#ignore the tears in my cheeks streaming rn but

[cnnmairoll]

HOLY FUCKLLL??!?¿°¿°

blueprints — two : wallpaper

one three main masterlist

cw: argument, angst (lol), religious references, flawed characters

in this relationship: normalcy is nonexistent. the arguments aren’t heated enough to call for making amends, yet there’s a suffocating presence of wrong. an unwelcome thickness in the air that swallows the very life of your relationship, stabbing daggers at what once was.

‘you say it’s complicated, to make amends — well is that the way, that we’re headed then?’

there’s a different hurt to a betrayal that you know is coming.

“beige or paper-white?” keiji’s voice jerks you into the present.

you don’t recall how you ended up here, at the local wallpaper shop, rummaging through the ‘neutrals’ section, with the last person you’d expect. there’s a cryptic message in his gaze that you fail to decipher. he's waiting for you to respond.

“blue.”

a pause, followed by a resigned sigh. “can you take me seriously?”

“I am serious, keiji. I like the blue.”

“the blue displayed in the children’s section?” his brows scrunch.

“when will you stop letting everyone else’s view dictate your perspective?” you snap. “why do you care so much what they think?”

“I’m starting to think this isn’t just about wallpaper.”

you’d never guess that someone who wants to build houses for a living was scared of creating a home.

“it isn’t.” you’re crying. “it’s about how you refuse to try.” the tears are pathetic. because they won’t change anything. nothing will change how he thinks. they’re pathetic because they’re wasted on a situation that will stay the same regardless of what you say or do. “It’s about how I don’t matter enough — for you to try at all.”

the call of your name cuts the flashback short.

he’s crossing the room. three strides, and your face is buried into his shoulder, staining the royal blue sweater you bought him on his birthday. your nails dig into his forearm — an overwhelming sense of if I let go I lose you. akaashi’s holding on just as tight.

“I’m not ready for a house, love.”

“don’t call me that.”

“I’m trying to make this easier. on the both of us.” only the falter in his tone allows you to notice the fatigue weighing down on his shoulders, evident in the dark circles under his eyes. you don’t pity him. you should, but the anger outweighs it.

“easier on the both of us, or on you?”

“would you believe me if I said you do matter? that I’m ready to try?”

you take his words and squeeze it into an IV bag, letting it go through your bloodstream, letting them marinate and seep into your brain.

his patience was slipping. “I don’t know what you want me to say. you want me to understand you, but you refuse to step into my shoes. have you considered that I’m scared?” akaashi stumbles over the last word. “talking to you is walking on eggshells.”

‘it takes strength to forgive, but I don’t feel strong.’

you lost grip of yours. “don’t yell at me for walking on eggshells you placed in this relationship.” is this how Jesus felt? when he knew Judas would betray him, and loved him nevertheless?

akaashi read the question off your face.

do you want to end this?

to your relief, he shook his head.

“how do you break up with someone who has half your soul,

and all of you?”

© froyaoya all rights reserved.

a/n: ness if u see this u brought me back into my NIKI phase. lol this fic is just my new vent medium so I’m sorry if it’s incomprehensible, messy, all of the above. proofreading tmr

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[planetveensz]

RETRIBUTION — vi (arcane)

— you are pitfighter!vi’s newest devistating lesbian situationship. tw: fem!r, angst, sapphic longing, sapphic heartbreak, mentions of drinking/alcohol/being drunk, mentions of sex (mdni 18+), lowercase intended i'm a sadboy rn, wk 1.4k, art cred an: act two hurt me bad guys, had to take a breath and sit down to write out my feelings. please send any trauma response ideas or otherwise if you have them, i needa write this pain out fr. (i listened to vampire empire by big theif while writing this)

you’re jerked from sleep by a loud pounding behind your door.

blood turning to ice, a trickle of fear runs down your spine as your heartbeat picks up. the banging begins again, a loud rapping so violent you imagine the wood of your door bending from its force. you slide out of bed as quietly as you can; avoiding the weak, creaking spots on your floor.

you pick up the bat placed next to the threshold of your front door, fingers sliding up the handle as you inch towards the door knob. there are another three booming knocks that make you jump back with a small ‘eep!’ before gaining up the courage to rip the door open. other hand reaching to grip the bat handle, you raise it above your head, prepared to strike.

you don’t.

violet wobbles in your doorframe, a sly smile creeping on her lips when she sees your vicious state. “hey, sweetheart,” she croons, stumbling to the side and barely catching herself on the trim of your entryway.

great. she’s belligerent.

“vi,” you say her name like a statement, “what are you doing here?”

you met vi months ago, amidst the beginning of her winning streak in the pit. she spotted you on the dancefloor adjacent to the bar she frequented after her fights. she’d approached you with one thing in mind. the sex was amazing, passionate and fiery, it would have been perfect if she didn’t keep calling you by someone else's name.

“‘cmon, sweetie, don’ be like that,” she slurs, “i missed you.” you roll your eyes, but can’t help the fond smile that responds to her words. you'd kept seeing her after that first night despite every red flag, showing up at her matches just so that she could find you again. you cherished every drunken night with her.

you knew what you were doing was going to get you hurt in the end, but you supposed you just didn't care. and it wasn’t just the sex, there was something else about her that you couldn’t ignore.

among the moments of intense lust, you saw her for what she truly was. lonely. broken, sad. kind.

rubbing at your forehead, you sigh, then step aside so that she can make her way into your apartment. “i thought you said we couldn’t see each other anymore.” you tell her, manipulating your voice into a teasing lilt, but silently begging her to say what you wanted to hear. she slips past you and inside your home like she has dozens of times before.

“you know that was bullshit,” she laughs drunkenly, “i can’t stay away from you.” she says it matter-a-factly, like it is something well-known and studied. you scoff, disbelief sinking into your gut.

some nights when you ended up together, long after you first entangled, instead of sex, you would listen to her drunken rambling. while you attempted to feed her grilled cheese sandwiches and water to soak up the alcohol in her stomach, she would reveal things to you that stunned you into silence.

her father, her sister, mylo and claggor. silco, the lanes, her time in stillwater, she told you all of it. when her name — caitlyn’s name — first tumbled out of her mouth, you nearly vomited. that is what she had been calling you the first few times you hooked up. “caitlyn,” she’d whisper it into your collarbone, murmur it against your breast.

you couldn’t see her for a couple weeks after that revelation, avoiding the bar, the pit, wallowing in your self-pity. it didn’t last long. she’d shown up, much like this, begging for you to tell her what she’d done wrong. tears streaming down her cheeks as she sunk to her knees in front of you.

you just couldn’t abandon her after that night, no matter what she did. it didn’t matter anymore what she’d call you or what she wanted from you, the empathy you had for this suffering person overtook any self-preserving thoughts you had.

she was going to break your heart. you accepted it.

vi flops onto your beaten couch, laying her arms along the cushions and tipping her head back until she’s staring at your ceiling. the last time she was here it was more than three weeks ago, the longest you’d gone without her since you met her. she’d told you that she couldn’t see you any longer; your time with her was up.

you guessed it had something to do with how close you two had gotten, emotionally. not only were you discovering every way to make each other shiver in bed, you were also exploring each other's deepest thoughts and highest dreams.

your heart races in your chest as you settle yourself next to her on the couch. she lazily turns her head to set her eyes on you, the glimmering gray of her irises makes every emotion for her you’ve tried to dissolve come flooding back. “you’re so pretty,” she whispers.

you immediately feel sick, wondering if she’s having another hallucination of caitlyn. how had you gotten into this mess, fallen so deeply into the chasm that is violet’s grasp? you turn your head away from her, resting your cheek on your shoulder while you contemplate your next move.

she says your name, your name, with such clarity it shocks you. you whip your head back around to see her leaning forward, looking at you with a sobriety you haven’t seen from her before. then she kisses you.

you melt into it, allowing her to pull you against her, on top of her lap and into her arms. you sigh, it feels like coming home. she’s gentle with you, cradling and stroking your neck and arms. you sag into her.

her pouty lips are soft and warm, her tongue swipes along your bottom lip and a shudder runs down your back. when you open your mouth for her, it’s heaven.

it’s retribution.

you pull back, stumbling over your feet as you remove yourself from her lap. her chest is heaving, and you catch yourself watching her ab muscles clench with every breath. you scrub your forehead.

“this is wrong,” you say.

“what?” she scoffs a laugh, “baby—”

“this is wrong and you know it.” your voice cracks, the emotion you’ve been shoving down all these months finally coming back to suffocate you. “you’re in love with her.”

violet flinches.

“you’re in love with her, not me, and i—” a sob leaves your throat, “i’m falling in love with you and i can’t keep sacrificing myself for-for this.” you gesture between the two of you. “it’s not enough.”

“you—” vi starts, standing to meet you, “you—i can’t lose you, too.” you can see her own tears forming in her eyes. “please. i can’t.” the desperation in her voice is unparalleled, you've never heard her so emotional.

the dam breaks. you fall into her arms, wrapping yourself around her neck as you cry into each other’s shoulders. you both crumple to the floor, she is gripping you like you’re her salvation. neither of you say anything.

time passes and she falls asleep in your hold; you eventually heave her onto the couch. tucking her in with a spare pillow and blanket, you watch for a few silent moments as she peacefully breathes in her sleep.

a thought crosses your mind, maybe you could lay down next to her for the night, but you shake it away with surprising willpower. leaning above her, you press a longing kiss against her temple and squeeze your eyes shut. a murmur leaves her lips, it sounds a lot like your name.

when violet wakes her head is pounding in retaliation for how much she drank the previous night. a groan leaves her lips and her eyes flutter open as memories come streaming back to her. she gasps, sitting up too quickly. ignoring the way her stomach turns, she glances around your empty apartment.

she finds you sleeping in your room, curled up in bed, snoozing quietly. her heart clenches. she knows that you deserve better than what she's been giving you, she knows how much damage your heart has taken the last few months. she’s like a parasite, draining you of all the affection she needs and in return inflicting you with the illness that comes with caring for her.

but she can’t make herself stay away.

she knows why, too. she just doesn't have the strength to admit it.

instead, she leans above you, pressing a longing kiss against your temple and taking a shuddering breath. she pulls away and watches as a murmur leaves your lips, her name.

she wipes the crippling onslaught of tears off her cheeks as she approaches your front door. muffling the sounds of her cries with a tight hand over her mouth, she leaves, gently shutting the door behind her.

© planetveensz 2024

[philokaliist]

HIII CAN YOU PLS DO ANOTHER CLARISSE X FEM READER FIC? Clarisse brainrot rn. Okay so imagine like she sees ur bf cheating and she tells u but u knew but stayed w him bc u thought nobody else would want u and u loved him BUT SHE WANTSBU WJSJSSJ AND LIKE ITS SO CUTE IDK I HOPE THIS IS CLEAR I LOVE UR FICS SM!! TY IF U DO THIS REQUESTTT 😭

'Promises'

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Reader

A/N:Hi lovely!Tysm for requesting!!Yes I can try!I haven't written anything similar to this yet but I'll do my best! <3

Clarisse sees your boyfriend cheat on you - and she tells you,but you knew - and somehow it ends up with you two kissing.

As you sat beneath a tree,enjoying the peace and quiet of the rather reserved area you were in - which was relatively empty at that moment,for Clarisse it was a whole another story,as she observed from a distance.She saw your boyfriend this morning,his actions betraying the trust you had bestowed upon him.Silently, she approached, her presence unnoticed but her fury visible.

Clarisse cleared her throat, and you turned to face her.

"Hey.I saw something." she said, her tone unusually calm. "Your boyfriend...well,soon to be ex,he's cheatin' on you."

She was trying her hardest to not cuss the hell out of the guy right now.

Your heart sank, but you managed a weak smile, feigning ignorance. "What? No, that can't be true."

Clarisse grumbled, her eyes sharp. "I saw it,you know? and I sure as hell ain't blind.You deserved to know."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you just couldn't hold back the pain any longer. "I knew," you confessed,looking down. "I just couldn't bring myself to face it. I love him, and I don't think anyone else would want me."

Clarisse was genuinely surprised by this as she spoke "How can you love him when he treats you like you don't even exist?Why settle for someone who doesn't appreciate you?" she said, her gaze unwavering.

You sighed, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I just... I don't know if I can let go. I love him too much."

Clarisse, though still pissed off - couldn't fathom why you'd subject yourself to this and take so much pain. "What if someone does want you?" she questioned.

Your response was a broken whisper, "No one would want me. I'm not worth it - and I guess he just proved it by cheating that I wasn't enough to satisfy him so..."

Frustration crossed Clarisse's face as she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. "What if I want you?" she asked, her voice low.

You looked up, disbelief in your eyes as you struggled to process what she just said. "But...I'm just...I don't know..I'm just me.I'm not special."

Clarisse's patience wore thin. "Enough with the self-pity. You're worth more than you think."

But as you continued to express your uncertainty,Clarisse,unable to tolerate it any longer,pressed her lips against yours. The kiss was unexpected, yet surprisingly comforting.It held a mixture of understanding and a promise of something more.

Breaking the kiss, Clarisse looked into your eyes,wiping your tears away with her thumb "Don't sell yourself short,pretty girl.You deserve more than an asshole who cheats on you.You're worth more than you think, and I'll be damned if I'm letting you settle for less,because get this through your pretty little head - never and I mean never will I do that.Besides,I'll never cheat on you.." she spoke as she continued to gently cup your cheek as her fingers caressed it gently,and you knew she was was sincere.This wasn't just any random thing she just said like that - as many of her random ramblings were - it was a promise,and everyone knows Clarisse La Rue always keeps her promises.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

reader helping conrad with his panic attack?

I already wrote Conrad having a panic attack so I tried making this one different

Warnings: panic attack, mention of death/grief

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‘’Have you seen Conrad anywhere?’’ you asked Mr. Fisher. 

You knew the funeral was going to be hard for Conrad. Every day since Susannah’s passing had been hard for him — and Jeremiah —, but when you saw him playing guitar with teary eyes, you promised yourself to not leave his side today. 

Unfortunately, your plan got derailed when Conrad rode home with his father and brother.

Adam nodded, the toll of the past few days on his face. ‘’Yeah, I think I saw him going to the rec room.’’

You thanked him, then took the stairs. 

As you reached the rec room, the door creaked softly under your touch, revealing a scene that tugged at your heartstring. Conrad was sitting on the small couch with his hand over his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. 

The room felt stifling, suffused with the weight of his distress.

‘’Conrad,’’ you breathed, soft enough for him to hear. 

His gaze shifted toward the door, a few tears streaming down his face. He was trying to breathe, but the air was not going through his throat, stopping him from taking full breaths. ‘’I can’t— I can’t breathe.’’ 

You rushed over to him and sat on the couch. ‘’You’re having a panic attack, Con,’’ you told him, trying to be reassuring. ‘’You’re gonna be okay. Look at me please, just take a deep breath in.’’ You took a deep breath too, doing it at the same time as him to coach him. ‘’In. Out.’’ Your voice was shaky, but gentle, trying to not let your own worry transpire. 

After a moment, Conrad’s breathing became better and he finally calmed down. His emotional state was fragile, though. The smallest thing could roll him back into a panic attack. 

You smoothed the skirt of your black dress and pulled at his shoulder. ‘’Come here. Lay down.’’

Surprisingly, he didn’t protest. Conrad laid down with his head on your lap like a child and let you card your fingers through his hair. 

‘’I’m sorry,’’ Conrad whispered, his sad blue eyes empty as he looked ahead at nothing. ‘’On the drive home with my dad and Jere, I started having this tight feeling in my chest. I ignored it, but it didn't go away. People started to fill the house rapidly, so I went to rec room to lay down and I just...crumbled.’’

You shook your head, refusing his apologies. ‘’It’s okay—’’ 

‘’No, it’s not.’’ A tear rolled down his cheek and fell on your leg. ‘’She’s gone. She…’’ A shackle of sobs struck him, his usual composure shattering from the weight of his grief. ‘’I can’t breathe without her.’’

Your heart broke again, the pain from losing a parent unimaginable. 

You continued to stroke Conrad's hair gently, letting him release his emotions without judgment or pressure. You wanted to say something, but you knew that no words could fully heal the pain he was experiencing. But you were determined to be there for him, to offer whatever comfort and support you could.

At some point, you heard someone come in — either Belly or Steven —, but they didn’t say anything. They just closed the door and left, giving you privacy.

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The Lonely (Christina Perri)

Miguel X Reader

TW: drinking: getting drunk, implied smut, a lot of angst and sad feels

A/N: Y'all. the sad/angsty feels are wild rn. This can be read as a part two to Distance, or alone.

“2 a.m., where do I begin?

Crying off my face again”

The small pat of your bare footsteps against the hardwood floor of your apartment was barely audible as you snuck out of your own bedroom to your kitchen. Just a glass of water, that’s all you wanted, you told yourself. 

Really, you needed a second to clear your head, to not have Miguel’s arm draped over your body and suffocating your mind. You’d been going crazy recently, and you could barely function without thinking about him constantly. 

His beautiful presence was everywhere in your life. His scent was soaked into your sheets, his dominating personality was all anyone even spoke about in the Society, and when he wasn’t being spoken about or sleeping in your bed, he was buried deep within you and kissing the column of your throat. 

As you sipped the cool liquid, your eyes closed and you felt yourself get completely overwhelmed. You were drowning in your love for Miguel O’Hara. Tears streamed down your cheeks and onto his shirt that you had claimed as pajamas for the night. Resting the cup down on the countertop, you tried to catch your breath in between quiet sobs, completely unaware of Miguel listening and feeling his heart break from the other room. 

"The silent sound of loneliness

Wants to follow me to bed"

You slipped back under the covers and cuddled into him closer, but instead of holding you tight and refusing to let go like he normally did, he turned onto his other side and gave you his broad back. You didn’t think much of it, assuming he was still sound asleep, and tucked yourself into a comfortable position. 

"I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most

I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well"

Miguel watched you become a stranger, pushing you away after that night. He distanced himself to avoid breaking your heart even more than he already had, not wanting to be the reason you cried anymore. 

His chest felt like it would concave into itself if he spent one more day avoiding eye contact with you, one more day without holding those perfect hips and kissing those rosy cheeks. He felt like without you, he was dying, but he’d rather die than hurt you. 

"Dancing slowly in an empty room

Can the lonely take the place of you?"

You were lost. Had you done something wrong? You almost always ended up having him follow you home and sleep over that night, sharing passion and fire with one another after a lost, frustrating day of saving the multiverse. 

But recently, he’d completely ignored you. He’d barely grunt a hello at work, then not even answering your texts and finally giving you back the spare key you had given him when you started this unspoken arrangement. You found it in your locker during some basically training and working out, feeling as if you’d actually gotten sucker punched in the stomach at the very sight. 

What had you done? 

"I sing myself a quiet lullaby

Let you go and let the lonely in to take my heart again"

Days became weeks, and you began spiraling into curiosity. You’d asked Lyla what was going on with Miguel, and she always answered with a shrug. 

But now she’d said something that made your skin crawl. 

He was seeing someone. 

And that’s how you ended up wondering your own apartment in sweat pants and a too-big band shirt. Hair a mess, mascara streaks down your face, you laid back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, feeling a numbness take presidency over your heart. The world felt cold to you, almost bitter as a tingle ran through your muscles. It was like you weren’t in your body anymore as you put pieces together. 

You two weren’t together, he didn’t owe you anything and vice versa, but it would have been nice to hear it from him instead of his AI assistant. 

"Too afraid to go inside

For the pain of one more loveless night"

This made you finally stop reporting to the Society, giving your watch to Ben and staying home. You abandoned your duties as Spider-woman, deciding to leave everything that reminded you of Miguel behind. There were plenty of other super heroes, they could handle it. You just wanted to float in space, not having to feel the emotions you have been stranded with. 

"But the loneliness will stay with me

And hold me 'til I fall asleep"

More time passed as you refused to leave your apartment, hugging your knees as you shook from your sobs. You were heartbroken, your bedsheets still smelling like his cologne and musk. You couldn’t eat or sleep, you could barely shower, everything felt wrong. 

"I'm the ghost of a girl that I want to be most

I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well"

One night, after doing your constant crying like you’d been doing for a few weeks now, you saw yourself in the mirror and actually jumped a little. You didn’t recognize yourself, dark bags under your red, glassy eyes, face completely chapped and flustered from crying so much, lips bitten and a little bloody from trying to stifle the painful whimpers. 

You were a stranger to yourself now. 

"Dancing slowly in an empty room

Can the lonely take the place of you?"

You began to start playing music as you cried, trying not to drown in your sorrows. One night, you’d decided to go out and try to be in the world again. At a bar, the jukebox played love songs over and over, prompting you to throw back many shots as you wanted to cloud the music from your ears. It was a terrible idea, you knew, but you couldn’t help it after how much you’d missed him. 

This drunk state caused you to end up dancing alone at closing and being gently escorted out of the bar, then walking home. Entering your quaint little apartment was the saddest feeling you’d felt in a long time. 

You’d been so heartbroken that you went out and got drunk by yourself. What had gotten into you? But the truth was, you didn’t completely mind because the alcohol made you at least think less.

"I sing myself a quiet lullaby

Let you go and let the lonely in

To take my heart again"

Music flowed throughout your place as you found more comfort in a bottle of red wine. Spinning, you mumbled the words and took a large swig of the contents. A knock on your door made you wobble to answer it and swinging it open, you were greeted with a confused but familiar face. 

The pregnant spider woman stood opposite from you. As you tilted your head and asked about her coming here, she just scanned you and understood your drunken state a bit more. 

"Broken pieces of a barely breathing story"

Jess sat you down and tried taking the bottle from your grasp, but you were fast and chugged the rest of its liquid. Laying back on your couch, you stared at that same ceiling you’d gazed at after finding out the painful truth from Lula, your eyes filling once more and bursting out frantically. Jess’s hand rubbed your back as you babbled about your feelings, barely coherent as you drunkenly cried to her. The next morning was almost as painful as the previous night, as you tossed up the contents of your evening into your toilet while Jess held your hair. She clarified that everyone was worried about you, and that your presence was missed at the Society. You shook your head, saying you were no longer who you once were. 

She left soon after, leaving behind a certain gizmo and asking you to rethink it. 

"Where there once was love

Now there's only me and the lonely"

You played out in your bed, still breathing in the lingering smell of Miguel on your pillow, and crying once more. This time, though, you screamed out loudly and let yourself wail without holding anything back or numbing the pain. You clutched that pillow to your chest as you soaked it, black makeup rubbing into the material as you shoved your face into the cushion. 

"Dancing slowly in an empty room

Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby

Let you go and let the lonely in

To take my heart again"

The lonesome nights were never the same, until a familiar tap at your window made you jerk up. You shifted, finally thinking you might have lost your mind and we’re hallucinating until you saw a shadow at your fire escape. Opening it up, you saw the hulking figure of the man you’d let in so many times before. 

Your eyes scanned him over, and his did the same. You looked so tired, so drained, and he hated the sight of you this way. He climbed through your window and into your apartment, towering over you and watching you carefully, unsure of how you’ll react. 

You let out a breathy whimper and he couldn’t control himself anymore, his arms reaching out and pulling you to him, practically crushing you into his chest as you let out the pain and cried without hesitation. Hearing your upset that he had caused by pushing you away, lying to Lyla and making you want to leave, he fell to his knees and buried his face into the soft plush of your tummy, your arms wrapping around his head and pulling him into you. He gripped your biceps and spoke with a shaky voice. 

“I’m so sorry…”

@liz96893

[kittencomicslol]

A bunch of Gyutaro x Oc drabbles. Names r only mentioned a few times and if you try, it’s easy to read as an x reader(though my oc is a kitsune so, yknow that might make it a little harder) but give or take!! I’ll add little warnings n such at the top of each one ^_^ this is mainly fluff but there will also be some angst bc yummy. Ignore any typing errors I wrote all of these half asleep at like 12-1AM

Uh there r gonna be some topics in here ppl may not be fond of, angst, death, sex(not actual smut just mentions, buzz off!!) exc. but I am an angsty scencemo 16 year old girl so what do you expect lolz??

Akira sprite^^^ made by my pookie @senei

-Fire burns on

"Mmhgg.. I don't knowww..l'm just.. something is making me feel like… she's gonna get hurrtt…"

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-This I specifically made as a way to cope w my own problems. I'm going through a lot of seasonal anxiety/depression rn. It's my 4th year being displaced and shut off in the winter and my therapist expressed how even if we don't remember mentally our bodies remember the emotions we felt at that time in the past. So even if we can't figure out why we are upset, something traumatic could have happened in the past on this day that made us like this.

Gyutaro and Ume ofc vaugely of their human life in cannon since Muzan didn't have to take it away bc they already hated humans. So this is playing off of that but basically Gyutaro just can't remember the exact day everything that went down and he doesn't know why he's so worried so we have the snuggles and the kisses and yea :3

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A few tears streamed down the demons face. He had been rather distant today, and it was for good reason.

Though you may not consciously remember what happened down to the date, your unconscious brain does. If a severely traumatic event happens, your brain remembers the day even if you don’t. And it’s no wonder Gyutaro had been so easily upset today, as it was the day that he was turned into a demon. The day where poor Ume was burnt alive. Did he regret becoming a demon? No, it was the best decision he had ever made in his life.

But the pure guttural fear he felt on that day as a human, clutching her little body in his arms.. it was so much.. and even though he didn’t understand why he was so upset since the memory was subconscious, he still knew he was upset. So he detached himself from Daki and snuck away throughout the house Daki ran, sneaking off to that one room he finds himself going to over and over. He doesn’t even knock as he enters Akiras room, quickly closing the door behind himself and coming right over to the bed like a lost puppy. Akira sits up in bed with a small yawn, placing the book she had been reading down beside her and turning her attention fully to her lover. A small little chuckle escapes her mouth as she sees this all powerful demon cowering at the foot of her bed like a dog.

“What’s wrong my love?”

She coos softly, patting the bed next to her in order to let him know he could come snuggle up next to her as he had done time and time before. As he got close, Akira quickly noticed Gyutaro was crying. A small little gasp left her mouth at this revelation since she herself had never actually seen Gyutaro cry.

As he snuggled up next to her, she threw the covers over him and pulled him close, her body pressing up against his. Akira raised a hand to his face, gently cupping his cheek as she used a thumb to wipe away some of his tears.

“My darling, what’s wrong?”

She spoke softly as she looked back at him with a genuinely concerned expression. Gyutaro struggled showing any emotions, especially sadness. So to see him cry told her that something serious was going on. Gyutaro grumbled slightly, shamelessly shoving his face into her chest right in her revealed cleavage from the robe she wore.

“Dunno… j’st upset..”

the demon rasped out into her chest, his tears soaking her skin. Akira let out a small sigh as she raised her hand and began to run her fingers through her lovers hair in a gentle comforting manner.

“Well that’s alright.. you don’t always need to know why you are upset.. sometimes feelings just are.”

Akira gently comforted the demon the best she could, knowing that if he was trusting her enough to cry in-front of her, that she needed to do her best to help him.

“Is there anything specific you want? Something I can help you with? Or do you just want to be here with me?”

Her hands gently ran through Gyutaros slightly matted hair, combing through it with her fingers.

“Mnn.. i ‘dunnooo.. I’m just worried.. about dakkii..”

he admitted shamefully as he tried to keep his crying face hidden, part of him still afraid to show any weakness in-front of anyone.

“Hm? Worried about Daki? Why so?”

The kitsune softly pressed, wondering where this concern rooted from since Gyutaro was usually very confident about his sisters safety. In response, she only got some grumbles.

“Mmhgg.. I don’t knowww..I’m just.. something is making me feel like.. she’s gonna get hurrtt..”

he rasped out as tears contained to flow from his eyes, staining now both his cheeks and Akiras chest.

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-A quiet night

"I'm fine, just the same old same old. You know nothing really happens around here."

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-No backstory. No notes needed. Just tooth-rotting fluff. Thats all <33

-Not really finished but there wasn't really a story to wrap up, just fluff.

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“Ugh..”

the demon groaned slightly as he snuck into his lover's room and nuzzled up next to her in bed. The kitsune giggled slightly as she noticed that her boyfriend was here to visit her again. Akira didn’t hesitate to turn over to face him, her robe getting all tangled up in the covers as she did so. She reached out her arms and wrapped them around Gyutaro, and in turn he did the same for her. His long slender arms delicately wrapped around her perfectly shaped body and pulled her close to him, taking in her scent as she was close to him once more.

“Mmmm.. so nice..”

he mumbled slightly as he held her close, taking in every little part of her once more just like he did every other night. Though it just never got old seeing or feeling her. Akira giggled at her lovers sweet little words and mumbles, leaning up to place a delicate kiss on his cheek. Despite having done this for years the demon never ever got used to being given any sort of physical affection and it always made his face heat up. Though unlike at the beginning where he would fearfully shift away in concern or self preservation of his cold demeanor, he now accepted all of her little affectionate gestures.

“How’s my pretty boy doing?”

Akira cooed softly in that sickeningly sweet voice she possessed that drove Gyutaro completely crazy every single time he heard her even merely take a breath.

“I’m alrighttt.. just a bit bored.. and youu..?”

Gyutaro leaned down and gently nuzzled his fourhead against her own, placing a gentle kiss on her nose in order to show his admiration for her. He had grown to accept affection and also grown to show affection.

“I’m fine, just the same old same old. You know nothing really happens around here.”

She softly responded as her arms held him close, the two holding each-other in a loving embrace that neither planned to leave any time soon. “Yeaa.. nothing really happens around here… it’s been a while since a demon slayer even came byyy.. isn’t that lucky..?”

He rambled slightly. Usually he used to get upset when there was a lack of demon slayers around, especially Hashira. It gave him an excuse to come out of Daki and do something. Not that he really enjoyed being too far from his little sister, because that wouldn’t be true. He adored her and she was his whole world alongside Akira. But more recently he has gotten quite acquainted with the quiet life of Daki saving humans for him to eat, and Gyutaro coming out each night for a few hours to visit his beloved.

“Yea, it’s nice.. just relaxing. I’ve really enjoyed spending my nights with you’ Taro. I interact with human men all day and though sometimes they can be mildly entertaining, none of them could ever compete with you my love.”

Akira's work days were usually long and tedious. Daki went easy on her since she had a soft spot for Akira that only grew more after Akira and Gyutaro became lovers. But alas Akira still had to clean up the house and keep it tidy. It had been a pretty busy past few months and even though she didn’t even work as a courtesan her beauty was astounding. So when a random man attempted to hit on her, she never was shocked or upset. She rather became excited when a human man attempted to hit on her because in the end if he tried to be too pushy or ended up being gross, she would just get a free meal. Though it also never hurts to have small talk with a polite man even if most likely he would eventually be eaten by Gyutaro and Daki.

Gyutaro moved his hands away from her sides and slid them between the folds of her robe, his hands gently gliding over her bare skin and once again settling down by her sides at her hips. Though it wasn’t in any lewd or sexual manner, despite the many more promiscuous interactions the two had. They were close, lovers after all. So they had both gotten comfortable and accustomed to one another’s bodies. Meanwhile Akiras hands moved up and began to run through Gyutaro’s messy black locks, a sweet smile on her face as the two were practically pushed up against each other in a display of love and affection.

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That’s all ^_^ other drabbles I didn’t rlly like and left out r on my wattpad but yuh

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Mirth's Ebenezer: Part 18

A/N: Ngl I feel pretty accomplished rn😂 Very happy to be making progress on this series and to be on my dash more than I have been!

Warnings: past violence, past injuries, description of battle aftermath/destruction of a city, emotional turmoil/anxiety, rage, hopelessness, vengeance

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Mirth pushed herself harder than she’d ever pushed before. Her powers were beginning to fail her, a dangerous thing as she soared over the thick forest. The heavier her exhaustion became, the more her powers fritzed, making her both solid and visible again. It was worse than the falling sensation when you’re on the verge of sleep only to jerk yourself awake. Much, much worse than that. Every time her magic spazzed, Mirth dug deeper into her reserves to keep herself invisible and in her “ghost form”—the one where her molecules were like a gas, lighter than air and completely invisible.

She just needed to make it back to City. Once she did and she confirmed for herself that her deepest fears were just that—fears—then she could rest. But until then…

Mirth gritted her teeth, or would’ve if she was solid. All that really happened was the pull on her senses that indicated her molecules were shifting. She just needed to stay awake and focus long enough to see the city for herself.

The truth was, Mirth didn’t know if she could. She’d given the fight at the safehouse everything she’d had. Then the adrenaline crash took what was leftover. It was like she was nothing but a husk, an empty shell. And then the worry had set in. An anxious bubbling that boiled over. As soon as it did, Mirth knew she couldn’t ignore it.

She needed to know what was happening. And she couldn’t do that with those two squabbling all the time. Baron and Superhero were driving her up the wall—and it hadn’t even been a full day!

But hadn’t they fought side-by-side at the safehouse?

They had.

Mirth knew that was all that mattered in the end. Right now, it was only who stood with them—the Agency and the heroes—and who stood with Supervillain.

She couldn’t pretend to know who the mole was, nor did she care anymore. Mirth figured they’d expose themselves in the end. They couldn’t hide any longer. The damage had already begun and it was only so long before Supervillain carried out their plan. And when they did, the Agency would finally find their mole.

If Mirth’s fears were right, then they wouldn’t have to wait long at all. If she was wrong, well then, at least she could report what had happened at the Agency’s safehouse and raise the alarm of Supervillain’s coming.

Maybe she’d be able to buy them all enough time to scrape together a plan for their survival. Maybe they’d even have enough time to save the city.

That was the best she could hope for.

But Mirth’s hope didn’t last long.

As the trees faded and the forest she’d flew over opened up to show signs of civilization, Mirth was met with the acrid smell of smoke and burning rubber. The road beneath her was full of crashed cars and twisted metal. Bits of rubber and glass were strewn across the buckled asphalt. Thick black smoke curled in the air from destroyed engines and the still burning fires of previous destruction. Mirth paused. She drifted toward the ground for a closer look. Shock and disbelief numbed her heart.

This shouldn’t be.

Her powers failed before she reached the ground as realization turned to helplessness and grief. Mirth stumbled as she fell the last couple of feet and landed on her hands and knees. Already the weight of her body was too much. She couldn’t hide behind the weightless feeling of her invisibility any longer. Dread coiled in her gut. Her heart wrenched and caved in on itself. Thick, hot tears streamed down her face. Debris stung her palms and pressed into her torn knees.

If Major Highway looked like this, what did that mean for the city?

Mirth heaved a breath. Wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, she picked her head up. She looked past the broken and mangled cars, past the chunks of buckled concrete, past the fallen trees and crumbled overpasses toward the city in the distance. She couldn’t see it, but she could see the smoke rising from where it should be. She could sense the desperation there through the haze in the air.

Her hands stung as she pushed herself up. Her joints creaked. Mirth’s body wanted to collapse, but her heart had hardened enough to keep her upright. The exhaustion clinging to her bones underwent a metamorphosis, and once it was through, Mirth’s blood boiled with a boundless energy she’d never known.

Vengeance.

Her blood craved it. Her heart burned with the desire to avenge her city. Her mind rationalized actions she’d never once considered.

She was tired of standing by as villains and criminals ran circles around the law. Mirth’s hands curled into fists.

Supervillain would be dead and buried by the time she was through. Mirth swore it with the stars as her witness. She would not fail all those she’d lost, all those who Supervillain had killed or tormented, and those left to grieve.

Mirth clenched her teeth. She would be the last thing Supervillain saw before they died. She’d make certain of it.

Meanwhile, back at Baron’s safe house…

Baron stared at the screen. The light burned his eyes, or rather the stunned tears that had gathered there. They’d meant to look into where Supervillain’s lair was, but instead, they’d traced their henchmen back to the city.

And the sight of it had stopped Baron's mind in its tracks. Not even Superhero breathed a word of impatience or direction to focus on the task at had. It was only the screen and the story it told of destruction and violence and merciless cruelty. Staring back at him and Superhero was nothing but rubble and gnarled buildings.

“That bastard,” Superhero hissed.

Baron’s mouth was too dry to respond. All he could do was stare at the destruction and wonder how Supervillain had managed to pull off such a scheme without raising any alarms.

It was utterly terrifying, and though he should be ashamed to admit it, Baron realized the sight of the destroyed city had left him with no will to fight. The sight had left him with only cowardice in his blood.

Supervillain had already won.

A/N 2: OH IT’S A CORRUPTION ARC🤯 WHO KNEW?!

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[goldenxeyedxfamily]

Festering Feelings

[{Just a lil warning, I know a good chunk of this likely is hard to read bc I'm just throwing out words/feelings bc my brain IS DUMB RN I just want to throw out Kin's feelings, his actions and whatnot. Sorry I might rewrite this later tbh

"I'm so proud of you Gold! You did great!" Kin stood on the side, listening to his mom talk to his older twin brother on the Pokégear. He had helped save the world again, didn't he? Kin slumped against the wall. He'd come back later.

"Hey Mom, when's dinner?" Kin asked as he walked into the living room. Aah, Gold was back home. He stood to the side, watching his mom gush over his twin. Kin fiddled with his Pokégear, listening to the conversation. "Mum 's fine! I don't need anythin'. Jus' helpin' the world 's enough fer me." A lie, Kin knew as much. Gold seemed to love the attention, even if he said he didn't care. "I'll make your favourite tonight, I just have to go to the store first!" Their mom stood up and rushed out of the house. Gold's eyes meet with Kin. "Oh hey bro did y-"

"Shut the hell up."

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Kin was staring at his palm again. The jagged scar looked disgusting, but it reminded him of how much of a failure he was. "I shoulda been better... I shoulda stopped 'em. If I didn't panic I'm sure I coulda stopped 'em 'fore I got stabbed..." Unsteady and unfocused eyes glanced upwards, noticing the sun was starting to set.

"How long has it been...? I musta lost track 'f time again..."

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A note was on the table. 'I went to grab more food, I'll be back later. If you want something else, there are leftovers in the fridge or money on the table. ~Love Mom.' Kin let out a sigh. "You forgot your promise. You said you'd make me somethin' I wanted wit' what we had..." Pulling out his Pokégear, Kin noticed a message from Gold. "I don't want to talk to you. Fuck off..." A lone tear fell down Kin's cheek as he read the message about Gold asking to call and talk.

The door opened, Kin was startled and dropped his Pokégear. "Aw fuck ya scared me! What the hell?!" Turning around Kin quickly felt his heart drop. Gold was back home again. "Look. I'm sorry. I really wanted t' talk t'o you' ya but ya never replied!" Man Gold really couldn't take a hint, huh? "Sorry, didn't see it." Kin said through gritted teeth. Gold look at Kin with a slightly angry face. "Yer gear is on the ground. What'cha mean ya didn't see it?" The anger was bubbling up. Why couldn't Gold leave him alone?! "FUCK OFF I DON'T WANT TO TALK."

"K-Kin?"

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The anger had been growing again, and the hatred was getting harder to hide. Kin was locked in the bathroom, avoiding his twin. "...Kin please open up." He just ignored the pleas from the other end. His face was buried in his knees as the tears streamed down. Why did he have to live this way...?

The knocking and pleading was getting louder and more frantic. But Kin didn't care. He just wanted everyone to leave him alone. He just wanted everyone to die go away. Eventually, the person on the other end gave up and left.

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Unfocused eyes, Kin held the knife in his hand. You should die, I want you to die. You deserve to die. I fucking hate you. Gold suddenly shot up from bed. A panicked look in his eyes. "Yo what the fuck Kin?! A-are you okay?" Gold's voice was shaky, glancing towards the knife in his twin's hand. Kin didn't answer at all, only staring in Gold's general direction. "...K-Kin...?" Hands reached out...

[minastras]

MR. VICE PRESIDENT, ahem

You could’ve been a high school power couple had it not been for one thing: you hated each other’s guts.

ummm... we can still be a power couple dhjaskhdjaskhjksa

“What is your job, then? You seem pretty free to me,” he said.

this boy!!! you know what? he can come here. lol let me kick him quick ahha

You, however, didn’t really care about your position on your team as long as you got to play. You did, though, care about beating Choi Yeonjun.

pwuahahahahha YEAH CHOI YEONJUN so sit your booty down!

Whenever Yeonjun winked or smirked or rolled his eyes at you, you were reminded of the infuriating fact that he was, undoubtedly, extremely good-looking.

stop it. because even HE KNOWS THIS HIMSELF hjskahdjask

You cracked one eye open to see Yeonjun standing in front of you, hands on his hips, peering down at you curiously. You immediately sat up straight, blinking a couple of times as if that would erase your tiredness. “Why are you here?” you asked.

“It’s a public bus stop, and I’m a free man,” he said, pushing you aside so he could sit down next to you.

i am so close to running to him and giving him a DROP KICK lolol so annoying!!!!

He had Google Maps and thumbs, after all.

MINA HDJASKDHSAHAHAHAHA THE WAY I WHEEZED ON THIS SCENE OMG

“What’s the matter with you today? Why were you falling asleep in class?” he asked, holding your headphones high above his head, out of your reach.

this lil shit!!!! lolol

Annoyingly, he didn’t move, forcing you to climb over him to get out and off the bus. He flipped you off as the bus drove away, and you flipped him off right back.

LOLOL the way he wouldnt move omg what a butthead!!!! time to really punch him!

When he was done writing, he looked up at you in satisfaction and smirked, arrogant. “Or am I distracting you?”

THE SCREAM I LET OUT, MINA OMG IM LEAVING

You glanced up at him, which was a mistake. The moment you saw concern (of all emotions) on his face, you cracked.

mina T_T this is making me emo now

“Comforting you, dumbass.”

CHOI YEONJUN HDJKAHJDSAK GO AWAY

“You’re not a fraud,” he said under his breath, his eyes staring straight into yours and his hand warm against your cheek.

HELP! ALEXA, PLAY LOSER LOVER RN BECAUSE THATS ME

“Don’t let this go to your head, Pres,” he began, “but I really want to kiss you.”

I JUST LET OUT THE LOUDEST SHRIEK! MINA, I AM SUING

His lips were on yours without your brain having even had the time to process what he’d said. One of his hands shifted down to your waist while the other moved to your jaw, tilting your chin up slightly. Your own hands instinctively came to rest on his chest, and you found yourself kissing him back without thinking. You could feel his heart hammering through his shirt. He was the first to pull away.

BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MINA I AM DEACTIVATING AND NEVER COMING BACK

“Haven’t you ever heard of saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’?”

You didn’t even bother to look up. “Haven’t you ever heard of doing your fucking job?”

PARENTS, PLS STOP FIGHTING T-T

He ignored your glaring at him, your eyes telling him to stop, continuing, “Despite all appearances, they’re not as golden as they so desperately want everyone to think. They even had a little breakdown before their competition.”

YEONJUN, WHY -_- imma fight this dude rq brb

“Because I thought you would understand.”

HELP. THIS AINT HELPING WITH ME LISTENING TO EMO SONGS IN THE BACKGROUND.

“I will be civil to you for the next week so we can see this event through, but I’m done with-” you gestured vaguely between the both of you. “I’m done with whatever this is. Bye, Yeonjun.”

This time, he didn’t chase after you.

WHO PUT ONIONS IN FRONT OF ME? TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE BYE

 So it took him far longer than it should have to figure out how else to get to your house (he stood there staring at the bus chart for long enough that three different people offered to help him).

STUPID YEONJUN why would you do this ughhhh my heart hurts ENOUGH DHJASKDHSJAK

He took the glass from you and set it down on the coffee table without using the coaster you’d so nicely placed right in front of him, making you see red. “Four ice cubes? Are you telling me to die?”

MAYBE IF U USED THE COASTER, BUTTHEAD!!!!!

Yeonjun didn’t even look at it, despite being the one who’d asked in the first place. “I like you,” he declared. 

WELL... UM... ok...

“Look, you don’t have to say anything. I just needed to tell you because it was driving me crazy. You drive me crazy, actually-”

You grabbed his tie, pulled him towards you, and kissed him. If he was surprised by your boldness he didn’t show it, his hands easily finding their way to your waist as he kissed you back. His lips were cold from the ice water.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAMING OMG WHAT WHAT JUST HAPPENED OMG I THINK FAINTED

“The golden boy of the school just confessed to me a few hours ago. How could I not be full of myself?” You stopped walking and turned to face him. “I like you,” you mocked, an over-dramatic caricature of his voice.

GSHJDKASDJKASDSAKL THE WAY I AM GUSHING RN BYEEEE

“I want to do this.”

ME PUNCHING A WALL A THOUSAND TIMES BECAUSE OH MY MINA. THIS WAS SO FREAKEN GOOD. The way you were able to write the e2l T_T IT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN. me screaming and crying at yeonjun for being an ass! ahahahah OKAY THE GROUP CHATS THOUGH LOLOLOL SO FUNNY HDASHDJKASHJDKA i am beomgyu tbh lmao

GENIE i could write fics just running on the validation from your feedback tysm!!!

yj is so irritating ADKJALFSHK when he tells the kids about y/n's breakdown istg JAIL

in my head y/n didn't know why they opened up to him until they have that fight too!! they're the kind of person to write off their breakdown as them being 'weak' and not realise they've acc been craving reassurance/empathy from the only other person who will understand them ;-;

AND they don't even notice how much yj cares about them?? yeah he's a petty bitch but he's concerned about them taking the bus alone at night and falling asleep in class. he tries to disguise his worry but he's a shit liar lol

y/n can hide their struggles in front of jimin/minjeong but he sees through it all BC THEY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER. they're both so prideful w y/n denying they're having a hard time and yj refusing to properly apologise at first!! they really are mirrors of each other

i also think they're both are under sm pressure and their stupid fighting is literally the only fun thing they get to do, so they subconsciously see each other as respite from their stresses. that's why they instantly become so immature when they're tgt LMAO

the coaster thing adlfhaglfhad yj think of the water damage!!!!

i love love love ur reactions ty for reading and telling me ur thoughts <33

[seishihoe]

"what did you just call me?" (levi x y/n)

pairings: levi x fem! reader word count: 900 words c/w: soft dom!levi, subby!reader, DADDY KINK (this was v self indulgent sorry), edging, squirting, fingering, begging, praising (levi's v soft), thigh fucking, dumbification, did i miss anything? a/n: as i said, v self indulgent but also another smut chapter adapted from my OC fic. obsessed with soft!dom levi rn.

It felt he’d be at this for hours. On the bed, held against him, back flush against his chest with your legs spread by his, you were completely at his mercy. All you could feel was the pulsing ache of your core, desperate for release. Beads of sweat dripped down your hairline, your limbs like jelly in his grip as he kept you on the precipice of orgasm. 

As his hands gripped the flesh of your breasts, groping greedily your mind fogged - the last bit of your sanity fading.

“L-Levi, please -“

You feel a small chuckle into your neck as he finally spoke after all this time. He hadn’t uttered a word since he’d instructed you to open your legs. 

“No,” and with that his fingers returned, swirling at the little bud between your legs without any mercy. You didn’t even know what you were even asking for at this point. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Electric swipes of his fingers against your clit before they delved into your hole, coaxing to liquid gold. He did this over and over in a torturous pace. You arched against him at the touch whimpering as the the sound of your pussy filled the room, shamefully wet from before he’d even removed your underwear. Only he could do this to you -  reduce to you a blubbering, whining mess in his arms and reward you with shrieking orgasms. 

“Oh god, please - please can I cum?” You begged. 

“No.”

“Please!”

“No, (Y/N). Stop asking me,” he tutted in your ear as two fingers return to your needy hole, sliding in until you feel the base of his hand against you. He curved them, swirling at the familiar spongy spot of your walls as you began to tremble. You were on a peak, dangerously dipping towards pleasure, unable to obey him any longer.

“I’m - I’m”

“No,” he hissed as a hand wrapped around your throat, “Don’t you dare.”

He withdrew his fingers as he felt you clamp around him - but the sudden, pulsing emptiness was enough to send you over the edge, everything south of your navel erupting in ecstasy. You screamed out as his grip around your throat tightened, legs pulling yours wider as your body almost lifted from the bed.

You felt hot liquid pour from your thighs, shamelessly squirting onto the sheets below you. Looking up at him, you cry out apologies with thick tears streaming down your blushed cheeks you watched his face soften. It was his weakness after all, watching you make a mess. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, please don’t punish me, Daddy.”

As the word fell from your lips, you both froze, the only sounds were your heavy pants as you came down from your high. You tried to wriggle fruitlessly, praying he’d ignore what had slipped from your mouth.

“What did you just call me, (Y/N)?” You could feel him smirk into your neck as you writhed. “Say it again for me.”

“N-no, I- I didn’t mean to -“

He cut you off with a hard slap of your cunt, the wetness making an obscene sound as you wailed. He held you tighter, locking you in place with his legs as you pushed against him. “Say it.”

“Daddy,” you whined in embarrassment. He hummed in approval, fingers snaking back down to your folds, rubbing gently.

“Good girl… but you do know Daddy has to punish you, my sweet?” He whispered in your ear as you whimpered in fear, “It’s okay I won’t hurt you, I promise, but you won’t be getting my cock tonight. I don’t really think you can handle it right now anyway.”

“Oh, oh but please,” you started to cry.

He shushed you, brushing a hand softly against your cheek, “Come on, my sweet. Even you know that you’ve had enough. Lie down for me, Daddy will take of you.”

You were pliant as Levi moved out from under you, lying down as instructed as he took over yet again. He lifted your legs up, toes pointed towards the ceiling as he shut your legs together by your ankles with one strong hand. His other hand gripped his hardened shaft, slowly pushing between the apex of your thighs, as you realised he planned on using them to get himself off. Starting to thrust, he moaned, soft praises falling from his lips before he sped up.

“Pretty, pretty girl,” he mumbled over and over, his cock dragging between the plush of your thighs, enough slick from his earlier work providing the perfect friction. His eyes locked with your eyes, concentrated on your fucked-out, glazed expression. Only he could do this to you. Only he could make you feel this way. Only him.

Your eyes drooped shut as you felt him spill his seed on your tummy, moaning out your name breathlessly. His touch soon faded from you but he quickly returned, the feeling of a warm cloth on your stomach before it dipped between your legs, gently cleaning you. Heavy sleep threatened you but he kept you awake, pulling you into a hug as he assured and praised you. Soft kisses dusted your face before you finally fell asleep in his safe arms. 

But don’t think for a second he won’t ask you to call him it again.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Safe n Sound

Pairing: Nate x ex-girlfriend!reader; Fezco (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: After a big fight with her boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, the reader goes to the familiar corner store in need of support and help from her best friend.

Song: "Cherry" by Harry Styles

Warnings: Swearing, heavy talk of abuse, this is your trigger warning, Nate Jacobs.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: I had a love/hate relationship writing this because it's so similar to what actually happened with me and my current boyfriend. Literally dumped my abusive ex and ran to Justin's house crying. Stan Justin for clear skin.

"I'm done, Nate! I can't fucking do this anymore!" I scream, clutching my body in my trembling arms. The bruises that litter my upper arms grow more pigmented by the minute, tears streaming down my heated cheeks. Nate looks at me, his head tilted in a calculated way as he laughs.

"Fuck you." He spits, the last straw to me as I pick up my things from the bed, gathering them into my book bag. I cry silently as Nate watches me, his arms crossed over his chest as he huffs. "Come on, Y/n." He reaches forward, my body flinching away from him as he scoffs. "What? You're fucking afraid of me now? You're just gonna fucking run away like you always do? Where you gonna go?" He asks, grabbing the bag out of my hands as I wince, backing up until my back hits the wall. He stalks up to me, his eyes squinted as he laughs bitterly. "You gonna run to the fucking drug dealer? Fezco?" He asks, throwing my bag at my chest as I cry, my eyes shutting as I clutch the bag to my chest. "You're fucking pathetic." He spits, his voice raising as it finally clicks in his head that there's no coming back from this one. "Don't forget all the shit I know about you, Y/n!" He warns, my feet finally moving from their place in the floor and out of his room. My mind wanders as I think of all the things that I've told him, confided in him about. The pictures on his phone of me. He yells my name as I make my way quickly down the stairs, my eyes catching his dads gaze from the kitchen. He frowns at my disheveled sight, his whole body turning on the chair as he folds his hands in his lap.

"You're a nice girl." He says, his shoulders shrugging in a sad sigh. "Get outta here, alright? Stay safe." He adds, my bottom lip wobbling as I turn around, glancing once more at Nate who stands at the top of the stairs. He sends me one last bitter smile before I twist the doorknob, letting myself out of the suffocating house.

As I walk down the street, my legs wobble under me as I pull my t-shirt sleeves down more. The bruises form perfect hand prints on my skin, my chest aching as I pull out my phone.

To Fezzy: Where are you rn?

I take a deep breath in, trying to fill my lungs with as much air as I possibly can. The suffocating question of what Nate would do next weighs heavily on me. He couldn't send those pictures on his phone to anyone without it being illegal right? That would be administration of child pornography? The thought makes me nauseous, the fact that I even have to worry about something like this is actually ridiculous. It just proves the fact that I should've left a long time ago.

From Fezzy: the shop. wassup?

Ignoring the message, I shove my phone back into my sweatpants pocket, listening to the sound of cars driving my me. I knew that Fez would be mad, probably homicidal, when I tell him about Nate. About the things that Nate said, what he did, what he threatened. Fez was always protective over me, always watching my back for me. I felt stupid that I was this predictable though. Nate always knew that I would run to Fez the minute that things got rough when it came to anything. He's always been my best friend, the person I felt safest with. Maybe that meant more than I thought it did.

Fez always warned me that, when Nate and I were finally over, that it would be over something big. That it would be the biggest blow out and that he would be there the minute it happened. He knew that Nate and I wouldn't last. He always said that I was too nice, too gentle for Nate. Now it made sense.

As I step up to the store, my hands shake at my sides as I blow out an anxious breath. This wasn't going to be pretty, I knew that it wasn't. I knew from the moment that I made the decision to come here that this would end in me trying to calm him down. Because god forbid anyone looked at me in the wrong way, let alone leave bruises on my skin.

The door opens with a ding, my backpack being tossed onto the ground as I see Faye propped up on the ice cream cooler. Thank god she's here. Looking around the counter, I don't see Fez, no Ash either.

"He's in the back. I can grab him if you want." Faye offers, a small smile on her pudgy lips as I nod. "You look like fucking shit, man. Are you okay?" I give her a half-assed nod, my hands reaching up to wipe the tears off of my cheeks. She gives me an unconvinced smile before making her way off of the cooler and into the back room. I lean against the counter, letting out a strained breath as the door opens with a quiet squeak.

"Hey ma, what's up?" Fez asks, a smile in his tone as I look up, my tough exterior crumbling at the sight of his eyes on me. His face immediately drops, his chest rising and falling in violent breaths. "What did that son of a bitch do?" He asks, stepping up to me quickly to look over my frame. His eyes connect with my arms, my head falling back as I whisper out a whimper.

"I broke up with him. It's done." I shake my head, trying to get his eyes off of the bruises, but he just moves my sleeves up to examine them further. I watch as his jaw clenches in frustration, his chest rising in a breath. "He just- he got angry and then we got in a fight. He tried to keep me from leaving and grabbed my arms." I explain, his head bobbing in a silent nod. I'm surprised he hasn't yelled yet. "I think he threatened to, like, spread naked pictures of me but he was really vague." I cover my face with my hands, feeling Fez tug me to his strong chest. He rests a hand on the back of my head gently, cradling me to him as I sob.

"Gonna kill 'im." He mutters, his lips pressing against my temple as I clutch his shirt. "Ain't nobody fuck with you like that and get away with it, you got that?" He asks, my head nodding slowly as I step closer to him, just needing to be in his arms. A few moments go by, his arms still tightly wrapped around my trembling frame. Occasionally he presses a small kiss to the top of my head, the action warming me to my core. "I'm proud'a you. For leavin'." He whispers, a small smile on my lips as I process his words. I needed to hear that. "So fucking strong." I pull back to look at him with a soft smile, tears still streaming down my cheeks as his anger breaks. "Don't gotta be afraid no more. I'm not leaving your side." He whispers, his hand gently reaching up to cup my cheek. I gaze up at him, my eyebrows pulled together as I fight the urge to cry for a completely different reason. He's always made me feel so safe.

"I'm okay with that." I reply, my eyes fluttering shut in relief as he lets out a small relieved laugh.

"You better fucking be." He chuckles, his cheek pressed against my forehead as he pulls me back into his arms, the fluorescent lights above us buzzing as I let myself breathe for the first time today.

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[lovelytarou]

— surprising them with a kiss !

˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ characters ! tanjiro k., inosuke h., zenitsu a., tomioka g., kyojuro r., and sanemi s.

˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ genre ! fluff, slight angst on giyuu's part.

˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ notes ! kimetsu no yaiba has a vise grip on my life rn and i just wanna give them love <3 ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ i got a little carried away, these became like little fics omg

･ﾟ✧*: tanjiro kamado couldn't be any more perfect. he's thoughtful, kind, caring, and sometimes a doting partner. you figured that's how he showed his love, by making sure you look and feel good every time you both step in and out of your home.

yet sometimes it can take him literal hours when he's fussing on you, making sure you have brought the right equipment, that you didn't miss any meeting or appointment, making sure you eat complete meals every day, reminding you to sleep at a reasonable time and always there in case you needed help with a kind smile on his face.

you both just got home after a mission and are still recovering from your wounds from the previous battle.

tanjiro was like a whirlwind — zooming in and out of rooms, getting medicine, and the necessary materials to dress your wounds while he's still roughed up himself.

“honey, maybe you could—” you were cut off by his two hands cupping your face, turning it this way and that.

“we need to clean your wounds first, don't want them getting infected, right?” he smiled gently before hurling off to who-knows-where.

“please, honey, just listen to me for a bit?”

“oh, i found the gauze!” you huffed as he completely ignored you, limping his way back to where you're sitting on the bed.

“now where were we? oh, your head wound!”

as he was leaning in to clean your wound, you grabbed his hand and zeroed in on his lips, kissing him deeply as you felt his breath hitch.

he blinked a few times as you pulled away, a satisfied smirk on your face when you saw his blushing and surprised expression.

“i'm fine, tanjiro. just let me take care of you for now, okay?”

･ﾟ✧*: inosuke hashibira was looking extra fine that day and you just couldn't help how pretty he looked. sensing your stares, he turned his head to you with a scowl on his face but it only made him look prettier in your opinion.

“what are you looking at?” he muttered.

“nothing.” you replied.

he let it pass this time, turning back to whatever he was doing but he can still feel you boring holes at the back of his head.

he doesn't mind you staring as he knew he's great and all. after all, he is the king of the mountain, the lord inosuke, so of course you'd stare in awe.

but this is getting out of hand even for him.

“will you quit it?!” he growled, his frown deepening.

his eye twitched when you only laughed out loud because of his reaction.

oh, so you were making fun of him!

“let me tell you something, y/n! a lowly creature like you don't get to make fun of lord inosuke!” he fumed through gritted teeth.

“what? nooo, no, i'm not making fun of you, inosuke!” you immediately tried to console him.

“then why the hell are you staring, huh?!”

instead of answering, you figured you'd just show him and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

“W-WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME?” he raged, standing up and pointing a finger at you, his boar mask pulled down over his face so you couldn't see him blushing.

“i just think you look so kissable today, silly.”

･ﾟ✧*: zenitsu agatsuma has been whining since you step foot in the forest. he kept saying how there must be scarier beasts lurking in the dark waiting to eat you both other than demons and that he'd rather get eaten by demons than a wild bear, no wait – he'd rather just fight a demon than get eaten by a wild bear.

honestly, you paid no mind to his usual ramblings as he cried out, a steady stream of tears pouring down his face. he gets into his own head every time he lets his anxieties and overthinking get the best of him.

good thing you were paired up with him for this mission as you have just the thing to do in these kinds of situations. shaking your head at him fondly, you leaned in and kissed his lips.

“don't worry, we'll kick their butts: wild beast or demon. you're gonna do great, ‘nitsu!” you intertwined your hands in his as you smiled at him.

zenitsu froze for a hot minute before he regained his composure, more confident and braver than before.

how in the world did he have such a kind, comforting, beautiful and supportive lover like you?! surely, the gods have blessed him with such luck to even have you gracing his life. he wants you to marry him already.

“that's what i'm talking about, y/n-chan! we're going to defeat ALL the demons! you're giving me more kisses after, right?”

･ﾟ✧*: tomioka giyuu can't help but let his thoughts spiral down again. his mood was getting worse lately and he wonders why someone like you even likes to be around someone like him? surely, there are people who you would rather spend your time with? someone much more interesting, someone who doesn't have trouble voicing their feelings to you, someone who won't let their negative thoughts consume them on a daily basis.

a pout formed on your lips as you gazed at giyuu who's lost in thought, a frown on his face and a sad, faraway look on his eyes. he's been like this lately — you know something is troubling him and you're patient enough to wait for him to come to you. but this has got to stop. you want to see your beautiful boy smile again.

so, without moving so much as not to startle your boyfriend, you cupped his cheek with your other hand while the other moved his fringe and placed a tender kiss upon his forehead.

that surely caught his attention as you saw his eyes snap up to you, his face blooming with a blush as his features softened — the barest of smiles ghosting his lips.

“you're wonderful and i love you. nobody else, okay? i'll be here when you're ready.” you rested your lips on his temple as you hugged him close. you felt him wrap his arms around you, burying his face on the crook of your head.

“thank you, my love.”

･ﾟ✧*: rengoku kyojuro laughed boisterously as he took you down for the tenth time that day as you sparred. this has been a daily occurence between you two, and in a way, has been one of the things you bond over with.

you get to spend time with each other while also helping each other train, getting better both physically and mentally. plus, kyojuro gives helpful feedback and he's like your personal trainer.

except, you just can't win against him. you've done every trick in the book and there's just no outsmarting this guy. if you didn't love him, you'd surely be fuming right now.

“aw, what's the matter, y/n? getting tired?” he genuinely asked with a huge smile on his face, although there's a hint of teasing in there that you noted.

standing up again, you grabbed your wooden sword and went into a fighting stance.

“no, just trying to figure out how i'll beat you.” you shrugged nonchalantly earning a chuckle from kyojuro.

“i'm sure you'd do splendidly, sweetheart. don't think too hard on it, though!”

you lunged, pretending to attack him once again, but you caught him off-guard as you kissed him deeply on his lips. it lasted for a few seconds, enough for you to disarm him and pin him to the floor.

you pulled away with a winning grin, kyojuro looking up at you with hearts in his eyes.

“i win!”

･ﾟ✧*: sanemi shinazugawa liked to hold you tight while sleeping. the sun just came up and you woke before him, stretching your limbs as best you could without hitting your lover. turning your head, you're met with his handsome face, devoid of any creases between his eyebrows, not a scowl on his lips, and his usual raging eyes closed and wandering in dream land.

you chuckled softly, helplessly in love with the man in front you and thinking about how different he looks while sleeping than when he's awake.

your eyes traced his features; his soft snowy hair, his long eyelashes, his broad chest — okay, you've been staring for too long.

scooting closer, you felt his arm draped on your waist pull you against him as he groaned in his sleep. you bit back a smile, squealing internally from how adorable he can be.

as much as you would love to stay in his arms and stare at his beautiful face, you still have responsibilities that need tending to, and so was he.

“sanemi,” you called softly.

nothing.

“neeemi!” you called out to him again, a hand coming up to play with his locks.

“nemi, wake up, baby.” you chuckled, booping his nose, causing it scrunch up. he only groaned as both his arms tightened on you — clearly a sign that he's already awake.

“come on, nemi. we have to get up!”

“shut up, don't want to.” he grumbled, slurring on his words as drowsiness gripped him.

you gently placed a kiss on the bridge of his nose, right where his scar is as you hummed.

sanemi's eyes immediately opened, his heart pounding and he's sure you can feel it. he avoided your gaze as the tips of his ears, cheeks and nose reddened.

“there you are! good morning, nemi.” you laughed, kissing his cheek.

“yeah, yeah. good morning to you, too. now do that again.”

[viscerax]

Hi! I love how u write for tbp and I was wondering ( if you are taking requests rn) if u could do a fluffy cute thing with one of the characters from tbp either Vance,robin or Finney or robin and Finney if u wanna continue with he poly stuff but if u could do one with a plus sized reader and maybe they're getting bullied and tries not to make it a big deal so they don't say anything abt it until one of the boys figure something off cuz maybe readers moods have been different either like just insecure or sad in general idk and they comfort her? its just a thought lol and maybe extra depending on who u do maybe they beat up the bully and threaten them and they don't bother the ready anymore? Idk haha u can just completely ignore this if u don't want to do it 😭😂

Still Perfect

The cafeteria was loud and filled with laughter, which was not unusual. What made it worse was that the laughter was aimed at you.

"Watch where you're going, piggy!" One of the girls in your class shouted at you as she shoved you to the floor, knocking your tray of food forward and spilling all over you. The girl pulled her nose up and snorted to mimic a pig.

You didn't do anything. You just say on the floor, food spilled all over your favorite sweater. The sounds and the feeling was overwhelming you, and at that point, all you could do was freeze up.

After the crowd around you disappeared, you quickly stood up, leaving your bag and tray of food behind. You rushed to the bathroom, wiping the food off of your sweater the best you could. There was stains all over the sweater, which just caused more and more tears to stream down your face.

Defeated, you tore the sweater from your body, balling it up and aggressively throwing it into the garbage can.

Its not like you weren't used to the bullying. Everyone picked on the "fat kid." You were an easy target.

The rest of the day was horrible. You felt eyes on you all day, heard snickers when you passed groups of girls in the hallways. You just wanted to go home.

The moment the bell rang, you practically ran outside, holding your now stained backpack in one hand instead of slinging it over your back.

"Hey, Y/n! Wait up!" A familiar voice called out to you from behind.

Robin.

You felt bad. To be fair, you had been avoiding him all day. Even if he was your boyfriend, you never understood why he even hung around you.

In a matter of seconds, he was standing right next to you, offering a sweet smile and holding out his hand. You frowned for a moment before taking it.

Robins smile faded as he noticed your apprehensive behavior.

"Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Whats wrong?"

There was a long moment of silence before you answered. "I had to throw away my sweater."

Robin gave you a curious look, one eyebrow slightly raised. "How come?"

"It got stained." It was then that Robin knew yoh were avoiding the question. You wouldn't throw away your favorite sweater just because it was stained.

"How'd it get stained?" His voice was laced with suspicion.

"I tripp-"

"Y/n."

"Just some bullies again." You sighed and looked down at your feet defeatedly. You felt your eyes get a bit cloudy, and Robin immediately caught on. He sighed and pulled you into him, tightly wrapping his arms around you. He gently rubbed your back as you struggled to hold back your tears.

"What did they do?" Robin rested his head on your shoulder, speaking softly since his mouth was right next to your ear.

Tearfully, you explained the previous events, and with each detail, you could feel Robin get more and more tense.

"Why didn't you tell me this shit earlier?" Robin unwrapped his arms from around you, staring at you with a stern expression.

"I-i just didn't want you to waste your time... they're always gonna pick on me, I mean... just look at me." You sighed, wiping tears from your eyes.

Robin stared at you, and for a moment, you swore you saw a few tears in his eyes. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, using his thumb to wipe away a few tears.

"Y/n, when I look at you, I see the most amazing, angelic, most beautiful person I've ever seen." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "I love you, every bit of you. I love your face, and your cheeks, and your arms. I love your hands, I love your stomach, and every little thing about you. Y/n, you are amazing. I don't know if any of this is making it in there" he poked your forehead. "But I love you, and your friends all love you. Who gives a fuck what those dumbass putas think." He peppered kisses all over your face, before landing one final one on your lips.

You smiled into the kiss, still feeling a few tears spill down your cheeks.

"I love you, Robin."

"I love you to, Y/n."

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"Fuck with Y/n again, and I'll beat the shit out of you. I don't care if your a girl. The moment you start harrasing others is the moment I care less if you're a boy or a girl." Robin spat, throwing one of the "popular" girls to the floor, in front of everyone else in the halls. "That goes out to all of you. I'll pound all of your heads into the ground if you mess with them again, you got that?"

A/N: I FINALLY GOT SOMETHUNG OUT IM SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER GUYSSSS

[moorishflower]

what do you think would happen if daniel went to meet hob in 2089?

I mean I guess it would REALLY depend on how you categorize their relationship post-The Wake

Because in comics canon, Death takes over the every hundred years question for Hob. I haven't read any new Sandman comics, so I can't speak for any of those, BUT

If it was made explicitly clear at the beginning that Daniel would like to keep meeting with Hob, and maintaining their relationship, I think that Hob would have a very hard time to begin with because this is someone who KIND OF looks, sounds, acts like his friend, but very definitely isn't. Daniel/Dream can talk about aspects and different points of view as much as they want, but for very human Hob, he buried his friend. He mourned him. He said goodbye. And this would be like seeing a constant ghost. There's some very good Daniel fic rn that deals with this exact scenario! better strangers by @fishfingersandscarves and In The Mourning, We Wake by @calculatingthestars are my two go-tos right now. It is an EXTREMELY bittersweet concept, because it's not in the nature of the human mind to fathom that you can die, but instead of being dead you're just...changed. For humans, death is a ceasing, and even though Hob is immortal, all he's ever known of death has been in terms of other people. Other people die, and Hob is left alone. Stands to reason that his friend would die, and he would be left alone. But I think that this would give them the opportunity to heal. For Daniel, a remembering, and for Hob, relearning a friend he never truly knew.

However, if Daniel just like, showed up? In 2089? Instead of Death? No word, no warning, no by the way?

I think Hob would punch him

I think Hob would see this facsimile of his friend in pure white like an angel and feel such an awful, blackened rage that he would just haul off and pop him in the nose, and I think, because of who Daniel is, he'd be at first worried that Hob's been ~affected~ somehow and then his latent personhood would reassert itself and he'd go "Ah, I should have expected that." And meanwhile, Hob is shaking with adrenaline, tears streaming down his cheeks, not sure if he wants to scream or throw up or haul a chair through a window or just lie down and weep, and I think that he would leave. I think that it would be VERY close to severing their friendship, because that would be a level of bullheaded ignorance on the part of Daniel that would be bordering on obscene. I think that'd take years to come back from, and it would never be the same -- there would always be a ghost between them, a hundred years during which Daniel could have soothed some of Hob's pains by just talking to him and being present, but, for whatever reason, didn't.

Obvs I think the first option is more in character. The second is really only angst fodder lol.

[anordinarymuse]

Shit I mean. Dark regulus black

i kinda ran w this bc there wasn't much detail, hope that was ok :)

to break.

Regulus Black x Fem!GryffindorReader

Summary : regulus cracks and takes it out on you

Warnings : bf/gf roles *not explicit* (bf!regulus + gf!reader); angsty; sad ending; unedited

Word Count : 808

A/N : requests rules will loosen up as soon as i finish up all the requests in my inbox rn <3

the masterlist.

request here.

"Is Reg here?" You asked a passing Slytherin girl, she rolled her eyes at your but nodded, motioning her head towards the Common Room. You mumbled, "Thanks."

You shivered, the Slytherin Dungeons were always cold but especially cold in the winter. You walked through the Common Room, ignoring stares, and made your way to Reg's dorm.

"Reg?" You asked as you knocked on his door. There was no response from the other side, worriedly, you carefully opened the door, it creaked as it opened since you were opening it so slowly.

You popped your head in and the room was even colder than the regular Dungeons. The dorm was empty other than Regulus who was leaning against his bed on the floor. His hair was messy, and he made no reaction to you entering the room, he was smoking a blunt which gave you a minor headache.

"Y/N. . ." He mumbled as you sat beside him, he let the blunt sit loosely between his lips.

"I haven't see you anywhere!" You exclaimed, extremely worried about Regulus' behavior. His eyes were an empty abyss and his skin was ice cold. When you rose your hand to his cheek, he flinched when your skin met his.

"I've been busy," he muttered, his voice hoarse from the smoke and being tired. The bags beneath his eyes were almost black against his pale figure.

"With what? You haven't spoken to me ever since you got back," you whispered, letting your hand slip down his cheek to his jaw.

"It's nothing," he replied half-heartedly.

"If it was nothing then you wouldn't look like this," you said blankly, dropping your hand in your lap. "You look like death."

Reg's eyes flickered from staring in front of him to you. It was almost like a flash of red ignited in his eyes that started the flaming fire that became of him.

"You don't know fuck ok, Y/N?" Regulus suddenly thundered, making you jump. Your breath got lost in your lungs when Regulus slammed his fist against the frame of his bed. "You have no idea what it's been like."

"Then explain it to me, Reg," you whispered, afraid to make him angrier.

"I can't," he laughed, which sent a shiver down your spine. He pushed himself off the ground, stubbing his blunt onto the ashtray on his nightstand. "I can't, isn't that funny? I can't."

"If you can't explain anything to me then how am I supposed to understand?"

"Then I guess you won't," He replied, his words searing like burns into your cracking heart. "Just leave, Y/N. I'm not worth it, just forget everything."

"Don't say that Regulus, there's no reason why I'd leave you," you said desperate to hold onto him, afraid to let him go, afraid to see what'd happen to you and him.

"Then I'll give you one," he said coldly, without any hesitation. You were standing now and he stepped forward, cornering you against the wall.

"Reg-" you began before he cut you off, your heartbeat pounding in your head. Regulus grasped your shoulder, keeping you in place against the wall, with him so close you could smell the smoke and liquor stained into his clothes.

"There will be a day where I'll hope you're dead or I'll kill you myself. That day will be the day I finally get fucking rid of you because the longer you are here the more I hate myself," he spit, each word engraving in your mind permanently. Even though he was screaming at you, tears streamed down his cheeks, his lashes blinking thickly through his overflowing eyes.

Your chest was tight as your lip trembled, your whole body trembled under Regulus' touch. You didn't notice until you blinked that you were crying too.

Regulus slowly let go of your shoulder, and when he did he suddenly realized what he'd just said and what he'd just did. The flash in his eyes disappeared and instead was replaced with an empty feeling of longing that felt anything but comforting.

"Fuck- Y/N- I-" he stuttered, his dark curls falling in front of his yes as he stood up straight, taking a step back away from you to face the mess he'd made.

"Please, don't," you whimpered, wiping your nose as Regulus tried to take a step towards you but you flinched, hard, and he after that he made no attempt to get near you.

"I didn't mean it I-" Regulus begged, his voice breaking as he couldn't fix what he'd created.

"I think that you did," you said icily, your heart launching towards Regulus, but you forced it stop as you stepped out of his dorm.

Gently closing the door behind you, you the slid down it, dropping your head onto your knees and covering your mouth so Regulus wouldn't hear your cries.

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My Happy Ending (pt2) ~ Ellie x fem!reader

note. sorry i cant use gif rn because of my stupid wifi. i'll change it soon if i have good connection :) enjoy!

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[ summary ]

Patrol is a disaster but to make it worst, you went out with the 2 people you hate at the moment. Ellie and Dina. (lmao i suck at summary)

warnings: angst,swearing, kinda sexual themes

"There you are!" Maria cheerfully walk towards you. You could feel your heart beating faster as you walk closer to the stables, you know this would be a disaster. She met you halfway of your walk and discuss about patrol while you were practically dying inside.

"Their waiting for you at the gate, I will talk to you later. Stay safe y/n!" said Maria who is turning away from you. You were about to say something when a hand touch your shoulder gently. Turning around, you see the one and only Ellie Williams.

"what" You spoke furiously, Not having the mood to talk to her. She sighed quietly before replying, "you ready?". Nodding, she point at your horse waiting outside with Dina standing beside Ellie's horse. You walk towards them, not saying a single word to Ellie.

Ellie follows beside you and sneakily place her arms around your waist. "what are you doing?" you pulled away from her touch, a little uncomfortable. "cant i touch my girl?" Ellie smirks. You scoff, walking further away from her until you reach the gate. "hey" Dina grins and hands you Rafe's (OC horse huh sorry obx fans 💀😂) rein.

You grab it swiftly, looking at her with a blank face. not in the mood to talk with her too. You have every right to be angry, and have every right to treat them unsatisfactorily because they made a mistake espicially Ellie.

You pat Rafe's head lightly while listening to the man giving instructions when you see Ellie walking towards your side. You ignore it somehow, thinking that maybe she was just gonna walk past you but you were wrong.

She stop beside you and tug you closer to her, making your body turn and press against her. "Ellie! what the fuck?!" you whisper-yell, pushing her away. She chuckles and pulled you by your waist, leaning in for a kiss. You immediately push her away. A little too hard though as she stumble backwards and hits Shimmer's side, making the horse whine.

Some of the adults look towards your way and some teens laughing. Dina just sighs and mounts Shimmer. Ellie stands there, looking at you angrily. You dont care though. Maybe.

The man finish his discussions and told the patrols to head out, all of you following his orders. Ellie gave you one last glance while she whistles for the horse to trot and went off like a rocket. You groan in annoyance and followed her.

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It's been an hour or two since you were in this trail and its killing you. Ellie giving you the glances and the awkward silence. Dina somehow getting tired of it, started a conversation. "it's peaceful out here" smiling as she look around the trees. Ellie nods and glances at you for the millionth time. "I think its just a bit further till we arrive at the lookout." Dina point towards north.

Still silence....

"look, y/n we're sorry! We shouldn't have done that, we just-" Dina frowns. "This is bullshit. We're not talking about this now." You interupt her, giving them a glare.

Ellie mumbles something but you couldn't hear it due to the wind. Dina just nod at what Ellie's statement is and stayed quiet.

It's been 10 min since that happened and you were currently tying Rafe's rein to a fence when Ellie unknowingly slap your ass. You gasped and turn towards her, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" you yelled, seeing her smirking and letting out a chuckle.

"c'mon I know you love it." Ellie replied. crossing her arms, leaning her side to the wall. You scoff and rolled your eyes, "I dont have time for this." walking away for no more further actions from her.

"okay so.. the lookout is right over there but Maria told us to check this shop for supplies before we head to the lookout." Dina sighs, stroking Shimmer's hair. You nod and open the door. Not caring if there are infected inside.

Unbeknownst, a clicker was infront of you and when it heard the door creak open, it immediately push you to the ground. "FUCK!" you growled as you struggle against the clicker. You tried reaching for your switchblade, which Ellie gave before but failed as it was thrown away from the side due to the clicker moving its hands around.

Ellie ran towards you and immediately kick the clicker's head leading to a gunshot being heard as you were laying there closing your eyes. "fuck, are you good?" Ellie kneels and checks your figure. You open your eyes and mumbled a "yes" before getting up hastily. "hey, slow down" Dina gently held your arm. You immediately shove your arm away when you felt a pain on your elbow.

"shit. you have wounds" Ellie mutters, immediately gripping your wrist and leading you towards your horse. "im fine"

Ellie doesn't listen though as she unties your horse rein and demands for you to ride the horse. You obey otherwise, getting angry as to Ellie pretending that she cares.

Dina did the same too, riding Shimmer while Ellie holding the rein for your horse to walk slowly. "Ellie, I said im fine. We should check-"

"Stop with the bullshit, y/n. Your hurt." Ellie spoke furiously, giving you a serious glance.

Dina stopped Shimmer as the three of you arrived at the lookout. Ellie tied Rafe's rein to a post and immediately held her hand out for you to hold as you dismount the horse. You didn't accept it as you jump away from the horse.

Dina open the wooden door and waits for the two of you to come in, "Im gonna sign our names, Y/n clean up." Closing the door, Ellie immediately pulled you into the closest room and lock the door. Leaving Dina outside the room.

"Damn it y/n, why are you being reckless? that was so stupid." she mumbles, throwing her bag to the table and opening it to find some bandages. You rolled your eyes.

"sit" Ellie demands, glancing at the chair then back at you. Sighing, you lazily walk towards it and sat on it. "arms up"

"oh my gosh, Ellie im fine" you look at her, only to see her giving you the "serious demand type" look. (ngl stubborn ellie is adorbz) "you know what-" stands, "stop pretending that you care"

"I do-" Ellie whispered, "then why the fuck did you do it?!" you semi-yell at her, raising your hands slightly at your side. "the what-"

"stop being stupid Ellie! you know what I mean" You got up your sit and tried walking past her but she grip your wrist, making you look at her.

Ellie pushed you to the wall, putting her hand beside your head while the other places on your waist, "you know- your hot when your all like this. pretending to be mad at what i've done, you think I didn't caught on to that, babe?"

She pulled you closer to which both of your bodies pressed against each other and she immediately lean in, which shocked you. You push her away not long after, "Are you stupid?! Ellie. You cheated on me!! and now you act like it didn't just happened?!" yelling at her.

Ellie smirks and harshly grab your ass, pulling you closer again. "Damn it, Ellie! Let go!!" you cried out. Ellie didn't obey as she kept sucking your neck and squeezing your ass.

Pushing her harder this time, she stands back giving you an angry look. "dont make me go rough on you, y/n" she smirks, unbuttoning her jeans. You push her again, this time a little more harsh as she hit the side of the table.

Sighing, "okay" she mumbled. "Me and Dina were just having fun-" "yeah well no shit." you spoked, all the anger bottling up inside you. "and im sorry-"

" 'sorry' isn't gonna fix our relationship, Ellie! You cheated on me!!" you could feel tears streaming down your cheeks as you yelled at Ellie. "and then you acted like it didn't happen and being all around me at public?! your not being yourself Ellie!!"

sighing, "just tell me...tell me that you dont love me anymore.. please.. I dont wanna just go on with our relationship thinking that you love me but you truly not.. this is just a waste of our time." you look her in the eyes, seeing nothing but an angry ones. shocked that she wipe her tears away, "fine, we're done. your nothing but a useless bitch." the last part that Ellie said went straight to your heart, making you feel broken and fragile even more. She look at you one last time before leaving the room, slamming the door shut.

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DAMN so i've tried to my best to write it really well and sorry if my grammar or spelling is bad lmao, english is not my first language so yeah. also this is kinda short bruhhh hope you like this story and dont worry im gonna make a pt 3 💭 love ya friends! ~ Jazmine ( name reveal :) )