#ive been dreaming EVERY NIGHT again and I hate it

[starryeyed-seer]

Thing i most want in fl to be real: silverers. Need me one of those guys fr

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.ೃ࿐ Hi guys..! Im back finally after MONTHS. Uhm yea ive been like hella busy but im hoping to get more fics nd stuff out soon!

Warnings; MINORS DNI pls.. , Basically clingy Eren , lowk hes weird nd yea, Afab reader..! Whatever this is, is under the cut!

clingy best friend Eren! Will always without fail go anywhere you’re going. One time you were on a girls night and the only way you could get out of your house without knocking eren out was bringing him with you. But it turned out fine because he was accepted a bit TOO well because well.. all of your friends want to fuck him!

clingy best friend Eren! Loves when you show him little pics of you with your pet(s) he loves all the Unnecessary spoiling you do to your pet(s).

clingy best friend Eren! Definitely sends you the stupidest freaking instagram reels or Tiktoks ever at the most ungodly hours. Mostly just to annoy you and also because he finds it so funny. (He has the humor of a teenage boy)

clingy best friend Eren! Most likely works a blue collar job / a trade (welding, the plant, construction, ect) so he makes MONEY. Before you guys got close he used to just waste whatever was left on his gold digger ex girlfriend but after he left her and met you he spoiled you ROTTEN

clingy best friend Eren! Loves when you call him over to your house just to pick out a cute outfit for a date, going out with your friends, work parties, parties, ect! It usually ends in him fucking you in every outfit before you go.

clingy best friend Eren! HATES when other men are around you. He will purposely embarrass you or intimidate the guy just so he can have you to himself. He has even gone as far as beating one of your dates up just so you could be “stood up” and come running to his door looking all pretty with tears streaming down your face

clingy best friend Eren! Fingered you so hard yet so soft after you ran to his doorstep making sure you see him as your ‘savior’.

“Mhm.. thats right cum on my fingers baby” he says with a smile as he watched your face contort and your back arch as you came. He then looked at you with a soft but sinister smile, peppering the back of your neck with kisses as he increased his pace feeling you tighten on his fingers. “Hah f-fuck ‘ren s’too much” he chuckles deeply at your muffled whines “no no s’not baby..” he says while pounding three of his big fingers into your tight cunt. Your hands are gripping onto his couch for dear life, your head is buryed into the armrest of his couch, and your drooling..? This is like the best lucid dream ever to Eren but its not a dream its real he’s pounding you so hard making you squirt without even putting his dick inside this is new and will definitely be happening again.

clingy best friend eren! Will give you aftercare and all the sweet cuddles and stuff after you came your brain out. Then for the next few weeks he bullies you for cumming so much for your best friend and your only savior is the fact he initiated it and that he came in his pants

༉‧₊˚. Hi guys! Uhm i fear this may be a horrible come back but yea imma start uploading on here and Ao3 maybe? But i lowk like this style of writing.. i think.

[narkissistikos]

"15 minutes?" "15 minutes" ~ Luke castellan

Trigger warnings : nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's just pure fluff. And also a teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint. Also 'crystal' is lukes nickname for you.

Inspired by 'Abhi na jao chod kar'

You'd seen the way Luke seemed off for the past few days, yet whenever you went to ask him what was wrong, he'd smile and say that everything was fine.

But today, today was a lot worse and you could tell. He kept zoning out from time to time. During conversations with you, or training some random camper, even during lunch. But you knew that if you asked, he wouldn’t tell you anything. So you decided to wait until next morning. If he decided to tell you what was bothering him, well and good. If not, you're grilling it out of him.

But luckily the ‘grilling it outta him’ part wasn’t necessary. Since while you were sitting at the campfire, talking with a few of your friends, you saw Luke walking in the direction of his cabin. He noticed you looking at him, and with a cock of his head you were walking beside him to the roof of Cabin 11.

None of you said anything for a few moments even after both of you were comfortable on the hard wooden roof. “You wanna say something” Luke said first.

“Somethings on your mind, and its bugging you a lot isn’t it?” You replied.

“No” Luke lied straight through his teeth, making you look at him unimpressed. “Okay yeah fine.”

“Out with it, come on”

“It's nothing. Really. It'll pass”

“I'm sure it will. In the meantime though…”

“I don’t wanna bothe-“

“If you say you don’t wanna bother me with this, I will personally push you off this roof. So spill”

“You're mean. Why am I dating you again?”

“Because im amazing. And don’t try to distract me”

Luke let out a sigh when he realized you weren’t gonna let this go. He looked out at the camp, well the part of it he could see from the point of view on the roof. The campers around the campfire, laughing along, while the Apollo cabin lead a song.

“Ive been having this dream…” he started. “same dream for like, maybe the past 4? 5 days? Every night, same thing. Im…standing on this…beach…” he paused, seemingly trying to remember the exact details of his dream as if it wasn’t the only thing he had been thinking about all day.

“I'm sitting on the sand. You're in the water. Along with Chris, Travis, Connor…all of my siblings….Annabeth's there too. And Percy. Basically everyone important to me at camp.” He continued, making you hum in response.

He takes a deep breath and continues “but then, theres this huge wave, and, everyones gone. So I start shouting your names, looking for all of you, and I keep hearing your voice, screaming for help. All garbled like you're underwater or something. But I never manage to find you… so I keep looking and I find that” He points to the thin bracelet you were wearing he had got you, excuse me stole for you, once you mentioned you liked bracelets. “Just that. Nothing else. No one else”

You knew that Annabeth was one of the most important person to Luke in the whole world, probably even more than you. And no matter how much he acted like he hated his pigs of siblings, he had a huge soft spot for them as well. And Percy, the little boy was like a brother to him. Luke saw himself in Percy, and to him he mattered a lot.

So you weren’t surprised that Luke was afraid of missing the family he had built for himself. “I mean, I know something like this will never happen. But the way we live? It could.” he said after a while, “What if I lose everything?”

“You’re not going to lose everything Luke.” You say, trying to make him believe it. Hey, no ones perfect. Not everyones good at comforting people.

“It certainly feels like I might. What if I just wake up one day, and everyones gone. Im back to how I was at 12 years old. No chris, no Annabeth, no percy, no you. What happens then?”

“You know what the chances are that all three of them leave at the same time? Extremely low. Like maybe 5%. And even if it does, I know that those three are annoying enough that they’ll come back to haunt you and tease you about the extremely dumb decisions you make through the day.”

“Are you trying to make me laugh so that ill stop thinking about this?”

“Im trying, yes. Luke, what WILL you do, if something happened to Annabeth, or chris, or percy?” you asked him.

“I-I don’t know. I wouldn’t like it much to be very honest.”

“No one would. But you see, if something did happen, you'd go on with your life. A little boring maybe. But you'll live. That’s how life works. People come and people go and you try your best to make it out.”

“That sounds an awful lot like something a fortune cookie would say.”

“Im trying ok? I know you're scared Luke. That one day everything you're trying to protect will be taken away from you. But you have to know, that honestly all of them are strong enough to fight their way through Tartarus. And you're always gonna have them. Whenever you need them.”

“What about you? What if I don’t always have you?”

“OH no. You're not getting rid of me that easy. Even deaths not getting you out of this relationship.”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“What? Look you're always gonna have me. Ill even haunt you after I die if you want. Ok?”

“How about you don’t die. Huh? Can you do that for me?” he looked at you half with humor and half you wouldn’t wanna call fear.

“sure. I'll try.”“But what if-“

“You have me. No matter what. Im not going anywhere. You're not alone. And you never will be. Ok?” you reassured him.You're only half sure he believed you, but at least he acted like he did.

“I have you.” He mumbled.

“And you always will. Well unless you want me out of the room. Which lets be honest I wouldn’t leave, probably just to annoy you.” You joked causing him to grin for real, for the first time in days. “Oh thank the gods. I was starting to get scared you'd forgotten how to do that”

“Very funny.” He rolled his eyes good heartedly. Yet he took your hand, which was resting on the wooden roof beside you in his, and held it tightly.

“But in all honesty Princey, you're perfectly capable of fighting through everything alone. You're strong. Not that you're ever gonna need to fight alone. If its not me, its gonna be someone else sitting here.” You said after a few minutes.

“Nah.” Luke said suddenly. “Nope. Its always gonna be you. Nuh uh. Theres not gonna be anyone else sitting here.”

You chuckled, “I said if not when. If by some impossible ungodly chance. I'm not leaving. Not without annoying the heck outta you anyways.”

“You're not that annoying.” Luke said with a touch of humor in his voice.

“Oh really?” you got up in his face, “Really? Really? Dam im gonna have to try harder then” you flick his nose with your free hand.

“Ow.” He rubbed his rubbed his nose without any real pain his voice, “I take back what I said. You're really annoying.”

“No no no no” you waved your finger in front of him, “You said it already, no take backs. Congratutatulations Mr. Castellan, You're stuck with me for life now, since you're the only one who thinks im not annoying. So I have made it my life mission to annoy you to death.”

Luke burst out laughing when you said ‘congratutatulations’. “Congratutatulations? What?” he said in between laughs.

You chuckled along with him, proud of yourself for making him laugh, “Yea. Remember that cake I brought you, when you were made head counsellor?”

Luke thought back for a moment, “That had congratulations written on it?” He started but was confused when you shook your head, “What?”

“It had congratutatulations written on it. You're dyslexic, you couldn’t tell.”

“That’s why you were laughing your butt off?!”

“Yes. Gods I felt so bad for the poor baker that day. He looked so tired, maybe he was dyslexic too. Either way, he was running on 5 cups of coffee so I couldn’t blame the poor guy.”

“How nice of you to do that.”

“Yes yes. Im very nice.”

“Sure honey whatever you say.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed when he started snickering. You looked down at the campfire, seeing how campers were starting to go back to their cabins, “We should get going, no?”

“No.” Luke held on to your hand a little tighter, making you look at him, “You siblings can handle themselves for one night.”

“No I know that. Im more worried about your cabin.” You countered.

“I told Chris to tuck everyone in.”

“Yes, I'm sure the Stolls are gonna listen to him.” You looked at him, unimpressed.

“They wont, but I couldn’t care less. Im staying. Don’t go?” he looked you straight in the eyes.

You huff out a breath, “fine.” Causing Luke to smile, “Its 9. Stay till 10. Then I'll let you go back to the cabin. I promise.” He said and you scooted closer to him, leading him to wrap an arm around you shoulder, bringing you in front of him.

So now, here you were, sitting between Luke’s legs, your back against his chest, while he explained why he was better than fish in all aspects.

“No. im serious. I even have a better breathing rate than fish.”

“How do you know you have better breathing rate than fish?” you asked him.

“Isn’t that what you said once? Or was it Annabeth? That there’s less oxygen in water so fish have to breath a lot more times than we do?” he asked, confused.

“I don’t remember who told you that.”

“Yes. But its true.”

“Alright fine. You're better than fish in one aspect. What about everything else?”

“I look better than fish. I mean, okay they're all colourful and stuff. But seriously. I look better, right?” he looked down and saw you dozing off, “Crystal?”

“Im awake.” You woke up and looked at him.

“Yea, you are. Stay awake. I cant sleep.” He argued.

“You're the worst. What time is it?” You turned Luke’s wrist so you could look at the time on his watch, “Its 10.” You said after you saw the time.

“Till 11?” He asked sheepishly.

“Lu-” you started, but he interrupted you, “You just came here. A little bit longer.” He said in the voice, you couldn’t say no too, so you relented, getting comfortable in your spot again.

You leaned back a little bit more, wrapping Lukes arms around you a little bit tighter when the cool breeze started getting to you.

“You smell nice. New perfume?” Luke asked suddenly. But when you shook your head, he thought back and realized it was one of your old perfume, “Nah nevermind, you’ve used this before.” And you chuckled when he remembered.

“What?” You asked when you noticed him looking at you, the same way he knew would make you weak in the knees. How did he know all your weaknesses?

“What?” he asked in return, “I can look at you. Its not a crime to look at something that’s beautiful.”

“Oh ok. Now I know you're getting tired.” You giggled sleepily.

“Huh?” Luke thought for a few moments in silence. “Hey crystal?” he asked, making you hum in answer. “What makes humans…..humans?”

“Very philosophical. But um….love I guess. Everything is always about love. And when its not. Its about the absence of love.”

“So you…you make me human.” He realized.

“I don’t make you a human. You were a human long before you met me”

“Yes, but when I'm with you, I'm not just surviving. I'm living.”

“Luke?”

“Yes darling?”

“Did you read my book annotations again?”

“NO. I remember things you know?”

“OK cool.”

At this point, you were so tired that even the slightest things were making you giggle.

“She'd laughed. And if he could have bottled the sound up and gotten drunk on it, he would have” he whispered in your ear.

“Are you quoting Kaz Brekker to me?” you asked turning to your side to face him.

“I told you. I remember things. Tell me about your day.”

“I already told you.”

“No. you told me, that you woke up late. Missed breakfast. Got to lunch first. Gobbled everything up. Had archery. 10 bulls eyes outta 12 shots. Then you got to dinner after cleaning the archery range up. Gobbled everything up. Then you went to the bon fire.”

“Yea that’s everything.”

“You really cant expect me to believe that nothing interesting happened all day.”

“Nothing happened. It was a boring day.”

“Nothing happened with you friends? What about the one…um… Rihhana? Something was going on in her life right?”

“Oh yea. Completely forgot about that. You know how she likes Aaron from cabin 6?”

“Mhm”

“Yea so. This girls really a genius. She's been ignoring him for the past few weeks, like shes been trying to get over him. But you know? His ego is crrrrrushed” you rolled the r and laughed. “I love it. I mean he doesn’t deserve her you know?”

“You think no guy deserves your friends.”

“Of course I do. They are literal works of art. They deserve better.”

“Of course.”

“I saw the look on Aarons face when she didn’t even look at him. Boy was devastated. It was hilarious.”

Luke saw your face light up with energy whenever you spilled all the juicy details about whatever was going on at camp.

Sleep long forgotten as you started telling him the whole story about Rihhana and Aaron.Which took around an hour, which meant enough time for you to recharge and forget the fact that you were falling asleep some time ago.

When you finished your daily updates and Luke was done listening attentively and laughing whenever you took to looking back out at the lake.

“Hey crystal?” He tried grabbing your attention, which lead to you humming in response. “Don’t go. Not yet.”

“I'm not going anywhere. But if the harpies eat me alive im gonna make them eat you too. Okay?”

“Okay”

“Oh fault in our stars.”

“No no no no. absolutely not. Were not doing that. Nope nope nope.”

The way he was suddenly panicky over a little books name made you laugh.

“I swear to the gods, I hope no one ever asks me what my favourite sound is.” Luke said after you were done laughing.

You look at him confused, “why? I don’t think describing the waves in the sea is that hard.”

“NO no. see that’s my second favourite sound. If someone asks me what my favourite sound is, how am I supposed to explain your laugh? Huh? A horse that swallowed a bug? A car engine that won't start? The sound someone makes when they eat something spicy?” He rambled on.

“Ok while I'm extremely flattered that my laugh is your favourite sound in the world. Im going to kill you for calling my laugh all of those things.” You turned and glared at him. And the audacity of this man to laugh. Ugh! As if. So you slapped him on the back of his head. Simple.

“Luke whats the time?” You asked him when h ewas finally done laughing, to which he replied that the time was 11 30. “Im sorry the time is what?”

“11:30?” he answered, “you know, every twelve hours when its eleven, theres also a time, mostly after 30 minutes, and that time is called 11:30.” He got slapped on the back of his head again.

“Luke we gotta get back, someone is definitely gonna snitch on us.” You tilted your head up to look at him.

“You say it like we don’t have dirt on everyone who might snitch on us.”

“You make it sound like we’re manipulative people.”

“OK yea, maybe not that. But everyone is probably asleep by now. Stay. Please. I like spending time with you.”

“You always do this.”

“What?”

“That. You say ‘please’ like that. And then I don’t feel like going back.”

“I don’t necessarily see the problem here. I like having you with me.”

“Yes but have you maybe realized that I need my beauty sleep.”

“You cant go.”

“Why not?”

“Because you love me way too much and you would break my heart if you leave” he said dramatically.

“ha ha. Very funny”

“No im serious. I just…its not enough. Let me have you till my hearts content.”

“It's never content.”

He kissed your cheek trying to make you stay. Whenever you opened your mouth to give a good reason why you should leave, he would kiss your cheek making every reason die out. Which lead to him kissing your cheek about 15 times before you relented and got comfortable again.

“15 minutes?”

"15 minutes.”

I don’t think its necessary to say that you guys stayed there way past 15 minutes. You guys stayed on the roof until the sky was getting lighter, at which point Luke suggested you guys go back to your cabin so he wouldn’t have to face the teasing looks he got from his siblings.

[81folklore]

older - LECLERC

pairings: charles leclerc x male!singer!reader (fc: luke hemmings)

summary: singer yn ln releases a love song with his boyfriend, and the public are not prepared for who it is about

authors note: this has been on my mind for SO LONG. i honestly dont like how many fics ive been doing on the same people (charles, lando etc) but whenever i go to start a new one on my list for someone else i think of something that i have to do😭 also in this reader is not a part of 5sos but close friends with the 3, wfttwtaf is readers album and older is exclusivly the readers song

authors note 2: i wanted to quickly clarify i am NOT speculating that charles or luke are gay/queer and this is not my intentions. luke obviously sings older and i find it easier to visualise it this way, while the reader in this is male, this could also be read as gn!reader. this is FICTION please do not tkae this as me speculating anything

authors note 3: i didnt really know what i was doing with this so its kind of all over the place and very rushed :/ but then again when arent my smau all over the place?? also can you tell i hate writing comments by the way i just dont😭

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we started this song together back in 2020 and picked it back up at the end of 2022

'Older' was originally a voice memo of a 50’s-style love song that we wrote together, then forgot about. when thinking of concepts for my debut album i stumbled across the memo and fell in love with it all over again, but i put it aside yet again as to me, it deserved more than the album

the song has changed a lot from the original voice memo, but the meaning has stayed the same throughout. despite all the beauty, the ups and downs of a long-term relationship over many years, there’s inevitably going to be the worst moment of your love because one of you is going to lose each other

capturing those feelings in a song was tricky but ultimately we wrote from the heart and i think it shows in the song itself

this has always been a song between us, so having him play on this song was very importnt to me and im glad he said yes

older is now yours

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im very pleased to announce a very special one off show at the Royal Albert Hall in London this November 18th. I will be playing a bunch of tracks from my debut album and may be joined to play some others aswell! Tickets on sale this monday at 10 am BST. Lots of love always, yn x

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thank you for an incredible night at the royal albert hall

looking back at the best night of my life, i need to thank each and every one of you who allowed this dream to come true, i will never be able to thank you guys enough

performing in my dream venue, with my favorite people in the world was something i never thought was possible and yet here i am, writing this still on my high from last night

thank you to my friends; michael, ashton and calum who took the time to come to london and perform their songs with me, thank you for always loving me and agreeing to my crazy ideas

to my team and everyone who worked to make this night as special as it could be, thank you. thank you for making my htoughts a reality and making this night as wonderful as possible

thank you to the staff who worked throughout the show to make sure everyone was safe, well and looked after. you truly do not get as much credit as you deserve and i apreciate the hard work you put in to keep everyone happy

thank you to those who joined me, i wish each and every one of you who wanted to could have been there. thank you for singing along and listening to me pour my heart and soul into my music

thank you for letting me do this x

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user55: not the pcd hitting already☹️

user1: and im supposed to pretend i didnt see yn and 5sos perform os/co??

user89: CHARLES?? YN IS DATING CHARLES??

user91: AND HE CAME ON STAGE?? AND THEY PERFORMED OLDER??

user50: i cant believe i saw this all happen live

user47: THANK YOU TO WHOEVER WAS RUNING THE GRAINY LIVESTREAM I OWE YOU MY LIFE🧎🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

ashtonirwin: thank you for everything yn. youre a real life angel

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after having time to process this show, I feel so overcome with gratefulness. my music means so much to me and seeing so many people resonate with it in a live space was so special for me.

charlie, my life would literally fall apart without you and this would have never happened without you giving me the confidence to do so, i hold so much love and admiration for you

thank you for joining me on such a special night and performing our song with me, thank you for sticking with me through it all and thank you for allowing me to share this part of my life with you

i sometimes wonder where i would be if i didnt find you, if i wasnt blessed with your love. i try to think about the times before you, before us, but both feel impossible to do after feeling your love

life with you is so special and i promise to always cherish and love you

merci de m'avoir laissé vieillir avec toi, merci de m'avoir laissé t'adorer, merci de m'avoir choisi (thank you for letting me get old with you, thank you for letting me adore you, thank you for choosing me)

yn x

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charles_leclerc: mon ange, je t'aimerai toujours (my angel, I will always love you)

charles_leclerc: je suis tellement privilégiée d'être celle que tu aimes🤍🤍 (I'm so privileged to be the one you love)

yourusername: vieillir avec toi ne semble pas si effrayant🖤🖤 (growing old with you doesn't seem so scary)

[wildestdreamsblog]

Hiraeth IV

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: back from the grave :>

Masterlist, Hiraeth III

Seven years ago, United States of America

“You saw him last night,” your therapist repeated gently when you paused to breathe. Your eyes watered, remembering the dream- no, the nightmare you had last night. It had been almost two years since you last saw any of them, since you last saw any remnants of your past.

It had been two years, yet one dream of him managed to shatter your progress. One dream of his sorrowful eyes managed to break you. And you hated it. You hated him. You hated yourself for not being stronger.

He was just a figment of your imagination, memories manifesting themselves through your subconscious- and sadly, that was enough to make you crumble.

You reminded yourself that Seokjin was just that- someone from your past.

“And how did that make you feel?”

You looked up at her with tears in your eyes, “Terrified,” you whispered shakily, wrapping your hands tighter around yourself. “He terrifies me.”

She regarded you over her eyeglasses for a moment, her hands posed to write on her list of all the things that were wrong about you. “You still think he killed your father,” she said with a matter-of-fact tone.

And you answered merely with anger in your eyes.

You ran.

Of course you ran again. You weren’t strong enough to stay, and even if you were, there was no place in your heart for him. Not when it still hurt looking at him. Not when every time you look into his eyes, you were brought back to that day when he died. Not when you were reminded of that day, not when your desperation and misery were resurfacing every time he was near.

Not when a part of you blamed him for the tragedy of the only family you had.

This was exactly why you left.

This was why you ran so far that you left the only home you knew, and why you left him standing there alone with his head bowed down.

“The faster you get the owner to sign, the faster you can return here,” your boss replied from over the video chat, excitement apparent in his voice once you finished your presentation. You included other restaurants that you visited with Jungkook, even going as far as underselling Seokjin’s business. You even didn’t mention that he was the owner, respecting his privacy.

And yet, your boss who wasn’t even paying you enough to face your nightmare, chose his restaurant. It was just your fucking luck, you thought.

“Boss, I really think that the first option is better-“

He squinted his eyes at you as though he was looking right through your bullshits. You knew his restaurants was the best among the choices. Objectively speaking, choosing him would benefit your company the most. Even without his named connected to the store, it was already performing better than the others. You wondered that what height of success it would reached once people knew that the Kim Seokjin owned it? You knew that. Yet, you were only human and as such, you couldn’t help but be affected by your emotions, to be subjective when success was merely one signature away.

“The faster you can return here, the sooner you’ll get your promotion which is already being processed. The only thing missing is my signature. And I did promise you I will sign, the promotion is yours- as soon as you get the owner to sign.”

This was a draining meeting and an even more exhausting day. You didn’t think you slept at all last night, and you left his house early morning like a common thief, moving so quietly and taking the things you considered essential with you. You just really wanted to breathe, to be think without his intoxicating presence clouding your mind.

“I know you can do this. I trust no one but you.”

Of course you knew you could. The question lied whether you would survive this, whether you would survived him.

Those were his parting words before he ended the call. Had this been anyone else, literally anyone else, you would have been on top of this. You were a professional and damn good with your job. This shouldn’t be any different…right?

In fact, this should have been easier because you knew him. You knew Kim Seokjin. Except that you couldn’t be any more wrong. You didn’t know the other half of him, the sinister, selfish and dark side of him.

The coffee shop was now swarming with people as the day approached midmorning. Ever since you left his house, you were here quietly working, doing anything to take your mind off that kiss…off of him. Yet, every time you closed your eyes, your mind went to him. You could still feel his lips on yours, could still feel the warmth of his hands as he cradled you so close to him, could still feel how truly powerless you were when it came to him. If you were going to be completely and utterly honest, you could still feel how hard your heart was beating that moment. He was a force to be reckoned with. He was then, and still was, bigger than life. It was truly unfair how he grew old to be even more perfect and dashing than he was when you were younger. And what you hated the most was how he could still fucking affect you as though you were still that young girl who followed him around. And look what he reduced you to, a coward who ran when he was at his weakest.

You sighed before turning to look at the window to your right, only to be met with who seemed to be the lead rapper and main dancer of the group, Jung Hoseok. He was wearing a disguised, only his eyes could be seen and he was apparently looking at you with urgency in his eyes. His body was huffing in exhaustion as though he had been running around.

He did not waste anymore time as he entered the coffee shop and went to you, his hand immediately encircling your wrist as though to ensure that you could no longer run.

“You have to come with me.”

“What? Why?” Your brows furrowed at the seriousness on his face. You were aware that he was the sunshine of the group, that he was the light of the group. You would be living under a rock if you didn’t know of him. This was the reason why it confused you why he suddenly seemed…angry. Or why he looked to be moving with utmost urgency.

You could feel people looking at you with curiosity, and it wouldn’t be long before someone recognized him. He knew it. And you knew it. Hoseok was taking advantage of the fact that he bet you wouldn’t want to make a scene, and thus he was able to take you in his car without much of a fight.

He maneuvered the car expertly, his eyes focused on road. He was the perfect picture of calmed and composed if not for the way he gripped the steering wheel. Amongst all the members, he was probably the least you had interaction with which was precisely why how he was acting confused the hell out of you. He was acting as though you had personally offended him, as though what you did was close to becoming unforgivable.

Which brought you once again to this question: what did you do to him?

“What is this all about?” You asked him in a barely restrained contempt. You didn’t bode well with being dragged out of an establishment by a man you barely knew, and his silence was not doing him any good but to piss you. It was a good thing you weren’t a sensitive person for how could you grow up to be one when you were being constantly rejected by Seokjin. He was running and pushing you away at least three times a day that you almost felt bad for him. Almost.

But this man beside you was driving you nuts

You thought he wouldn’t answer as he only chuckled without any emotions, his eyes cold as he glanced briefly at you.

“Do you know what you’ve done to him? Do you have any idea what you’re doing to my hyung?” He asked conversationally as if his words weren’t meant to be knives to you.

“Wha-“

“Put on your seatbelt,” he ordered harshly, looking at you with coldness in his eyes. “As much as I hate how you made him a mess, I know you getting hurt would messed him up further.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“You’ll see.”

Hoseok left you with no choice but to follow him, his steps brisk as he entered the Hybe building with obvious familiarity. After numerous turns, he stopped in front of a door. You heard crashes of something heavy and corresponding grunts of men struggling before you even saw him. Hoseok turned to you with coldness in his eyes before he even opened the door. And what you saw was your usually strong Jin reduced to a mess of a man. His eyes were hallow, his hair a mess as he struggled against the hold of Namjoon and Jungkook who were trying their best to contain him. Your mouth hanged agape as you took him in and the chaos that he seemed to have caused to the what you thought was once a pristine room: chair thrown across the room, devices swept off of the table, decorations askew as though they suffered from violence. He still hadn’t looked at you, still hadn’t taken notice of your presence and you didn’t know why you were glad for it.

“Hyung, stop it! You’re hurting yourself!” Jungkook pleaded, yet it was as though he wasn’t heard. Jin’s eyes were unfocused as he struggled with the hold the two men had on him, his eyes determined.

“P-Princess- I have to find her,” he mumbled incoherently as he tried to push them away.

You stepped back albeit unconsciously as though it was your mind telling you to run from this…to run from him. But you didn’t go far. You felt J-hopes hands on your shoulders, effectively preventing you from leaving.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a low voice. “Why can’t you look at what you’ve done to him?”

“I didn’t do anything to him!” You hissed at him, struggling to get away from him, only for it to draw attention to you. Namjoon was the first to notice you and he looked both alarmed and relieved by your presence. “Fix this,” Hoseok ordered you coldly.

He smiled before stepping you near to where Jin was. “I found her, hyung,” he announced gently to the man you almost couldn’t recognized. “You need to calm down now, okay? We still need to go to our shoot, hyung.”

Jin blinked his eyes before he focused on you, his body immediately relaxing upon seeing you. Yet, your eyes weren’t on him. Instead, they focused on the nondescript bottle of medicine beside him. The orange bottle looked to be almost empty. You didn’t know why it seemed to be something important, but you couldn’t help wondering…What was that?

Namjoon’s eyes widened when he saw where your eyes were and in a blink of an eye, he snatched the container and pocketed it away from your prying eyes. However, even Namjoon’s quick reflexes were not able to stop that image from being engraved in your mind. Was Seokjin��sick?

“P-princess?” Seokjin called for you, disbelief evident in his voice. He pushed their hands away from him, his sole focus on you. He stood up immediately, his long limbs carrying him. He looked as disheveled as he felt when he thought you left him again.

You couldn’t moved. It was as though you were rooted to the ground, waiting for the inevitable. You felt his arms wrapped around you like a child scared to part with you, he was trembling as he held you to him. However, his voice was dark as he whispered to you.

“Don’t leave? Please? Never leave me again. Never disappear without saying a word again. Please. I don’t know what I’ll do if you leave.”

“Something is clearly very wrong with that boy,” Seokjin’s father muttered lowly as he watched his only son talked to you in the garden.

It was Jin’s birthday and like every year, the family threw a party for their beloved son. He was perfect, they thought. He got good grades, was sporty, obedient, independent, and showed promising intelligence when it came to their company. See, he was perfect in theory. However, the older Kim couldn’t help but noticed his strange dependence on you. It wasn’t…normal, he thought.

You weren’t supposed to be here. In fact, you had an exam tomorrow and as a fourteen year-old girl, you took your studies seriously. However, Jin didn’t take your absence from his birthday lightly. Upon hearing that you wouldn’t be able to make it, it was as though he lost his smile and what took over was an expressionless face. He didn’t know how, but Seokjin was able to make several calls and lo and behold, your exam was rescheduled.

Even at his age, a ripe eighteen year-old young man, he excluded power and he wasn’t afraid to use it and his charms to get what he wanted.

“Don’t say that, honey,” Mrs. Kim chided him gently, a frown on her face as she watched her son smiled genuinely for the first time tonight. “He’s just…close with her.”

“Honey, he’s eighteen years old now. He shouldn’t act like he did just because she wasn’t near him. You know that,” he said gently, looking into his wife’s eyes with concern. “It’s not normal. His need for her isn’t normal.”

Mrs. Kim placed her tea on the table with a light thud, “Our son is perfect. There’s nothing wrong with him,” she replied in defiance.

Perhaps, if she accepted what was apparent that time, Kim Seokjin wouldn’t turn out to be evil living in the body of an angel.

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Hiraeth V

[noellefan101]

How do the different yanderes "love" you? (plus some tropes(??) i feel like would fit them)

this was honeslty just practice, and it ended up turning into smt kinda decent, i dont love what ive written but i just needed to get our smt

i blame @fatuismooches for being lovely and having such good harbinger thoughts that they've taken over my mind (fuck you[said with affection])

Yandere! Childe, Scaramouche, Dottore(separate) x gn reader

Childe ("soft and sweet" x unloving and hates touch)

He just spoils you left and right, he feels a little bad when he sees the uncomfortable look in your eyes when he kisses you all over, or when he touches you too much. so he has chosen to spoil you rotten until you finally fall for him, or at least see the way he can take care of you and finally kiss him back.

[He loves you, and that should be known by now, so why do you force his hands to do this, "why cant you just love him like he is", those were the last words you heard before he brought something to your lips and made you drink something unknown]

You are incredibly lucky that the 11th Harbinger is this patient with you, but dont push it too much, he can go to more bloody measures of getting you to fall for him if he sees it's needed. dont worry he wont hurt you too much, he loves you too much to do that, but love is complicated and you cant always control whom you fall in love with, so just love him will you, darling?

after all he knows the aphrodisiac he gave you wont last forever, so it would be better to just fall for him manually, right?

Scaramouche (manipulative, powerful x easily manipulated, weak[...i didnt know what to do here lol])

He might seem like he doesn't love at all, but when you aren't being dragged around to missions and meetings, and all alone with him in your shared chambers, he loves to just hug you, maybe litter kisses on your neck and collarbone. you hated it at first, and you still kind of do, but you've long since gotten used to it all.

He show his love for you when he has his hands all over your body as you dress into the clothes he picked out for you. he cant keep himself off of your lovely body, but would kill if anyone even touch a strand of your hair.

But oh how could you try 'nd leave when this weak little puppet is crying in your arms every night, when he has nightmares about you leaving him, dying when he can't be there to protect you... oh how foolish you are, how stupid you must be to fall for such things, as he has long since abandoned the idea of ever letting go of you.

And he'll make sure you dont let go of him either, because you need him. after all he was the one to save you from danger when you were stupid enough to walk too far into a hilichurl camp. you need protection, and he's rgith here willing to give it for "free".

Dottore (crazy scientist and his crazy lover[aka yandere x yandere but worse])

You lvoe each other in ways normal human minds wouldn't dream of ever understanding. he smiled when you gave him a dead body for experimenting, and the worst part? you had the biggest grin on your face, and a massive amount of blood on your hands and clothes, much to the dismay of many onlookers.

And then there's the fact that neither of you even spare a glance at the amount of blood on the others' clothes, or at least it looks like you don't. but when you are in the privacy of your shared bedroom (though filled with dead onlookers in the closet) you reward each other for getting rid of anyone who dares to interrupt, or archons forbid break, the love you two have.

It has been made a daily occurrence for you both to randomly disappear from the building with a fatui agent, who had taken too much attention from the other, and then come back alone with bloodied hands, and being greeted by a two-minute-long kiss when opening the lap doors again.

just two crazy maniacs in love, awwww (if they arent wanted in at least 6 nations they need to be)

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[haroldthehuckleberry]

Pregnant boy-toy 3/3

CW- mpreg, birth denial, punishment, degrading

it is now months ago since i came to tell him about the pregnancy, i still hadnt given birth… daddy didnt let me. i am unbelievably massive all i do is lie legs and arms spread on my bed my planet of a stomach weighing me down, my daddy comes in whenever he pleases uses my cunt and cock to keep me dick-drunk and it works, i dont think about my ever-stretching skin on my belly, i dont think about the milk leaking out my massive pecs all i think abiut is when i can next please my daddy

he brought another slut home today. hes being punished, hes not as obedient as me hes in another room begging to be let out until our daddy stuffs him with his super-cum i can only imagine how long hell be here, my daddy promises ill be here for ever, he says it threateningly but every-time he does say it my cunt throbs and cock twitches, anything he says gets me hot and bothered, he sees this and uses it to his advantage teasing me whenever he wants knowing i wont cum until he makes me knowing i wont cum until hes cum in me as much as he wants, and to think only months ago this idea freaked me out all i want know is to be used as his slut all i want now is his approval all i want know is his spawn filling me.

i rub my tight tummy as his spawn moves around while i day dream about daddy coming into my room after punishing the other slut loudly and fucking my boy-cunt deeply and aggressively its all i can think about then suddenly i get a deep contraction i let out a short scream before cutting myself off because i know daddy hates it when i make too much noise, on queue he storms in angrily.

“s-s-sorry d-daddy but i think i-its time” i stammer pathetically at him, he walks over in the nude allowing his perfect body to breathe he looks at my cunt and says “its definitely crowning” before placing his massive hand on the head and sliding it into my as my belly expands a bit more and my cock twitches and my nipples leak milk i let out a shallow moan “only when i say will you let my spawn out, understood slut?” i nod in agreement waiting for him to fuck me but he doesnt he just keeps making sure his baby doesn’t come out as i try my hardest to defy biology for him i clench my cunt tightly and hold the bottom of my belly (as bottom as i can reach which isnt very close) trying anything i can to not allow his spawn to leave my womb, after what was possibly hours he leaves me trusting me to not let his spawn out.

and i dont. ive been here for god knows how long and never given birth im so pregnant my skin is all but see through my pecs are breasts at this point and… i love it. i live to serve my daddy when he pleases ill allow his children out, by this point the other sluts hes brought back all behave too there is no more begging for freedom or birth we all live to be his breathing cum-buckets, theres about 7 of us and at various stages of pregnancies i can assume ive only seen one when daddy first brought him in and forgot to close my door he looked already about 7 months along so i can only dream of his size now.

truth is i didnt want to be pregnant but now its all i love for, if daddy let me birth then released me the first thing id do is get knocked up again, its the most amazing thing to have happened to me that fait-full night.

[ferigrievous]

born a weapon.

⊹ ࣪ i know there’s better brothers / but you’re the only one thats mine.

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the boy next to you was no longer touya todoroki, and hadn’t been for three months. he was a ghost of what once was, a charred remnant of hopes and dreams. he had buried that boy on a winter morning, kneeling in front of his funeral altar that had been given the love he never felt when he was alive. he had relished in the way his father wept, crying over what never was.

and he had found a home in you. the only person that he had left. the only person that came looking for him when they didn't find his body. the only person that mattered. 

you were the only one who heard him, late at night, weeping over what could have been. and you never told him, of course, because how would you tell a man who had been to hell and back that he still cried over his brothers and sister at night?

that didn’t matter.

touya leaned against you, propping his head up on your shoulder. the scars on his back pinched and stretched with the movement, and he felt himself tear up from the pain. but it was comfortable, being able to be intimate with you like this. when was the last time he had felt the touch of another human being?

he couldn't remember. and to be frank, he didn’t care. 

touya closed his eyes, inhaling your scent and savouring it. the way you felt against him was something he never wanted to forget. your warmth and your body pressed against his like two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly together. 

he let out a tired sigh, burying his face into your hair. everything felt so… easy. it wasn’t complicated.

it felt like it was just the two of you against the world. he felt a sense of comfort in the way your body slotted against his, the way your scent enveloped him, and the way you just *were* there. not minding his scars, his burns, or the way he looked. 

you didn’t mind any of it, you were comfortable with it. you were comfortable with him.

it felt like bliss.

but he felt the pain shoot across his body every which way , and he couldn’t stop the soft whine that slipped from his throat as his body stung and ached in an almost unbearable way. 

he swallowed harshly, trying to ignore the way his eyes were burning from tears that threatened to fall. he hated crying, but he felt safe here. with you. he clenched his eyes shut as he wrapped his arms around you, needing something to ground himself.

he wondered if the ache in his chest from missing his family was ever going to go away.

he pushed the thought away with a shaky breath, pushing you closer. he knew he could tell you how he felt. he was safe. he was allowed to be vulnerable with you. 

tears slipped down his face as he inhaled shakily, burying his face into your neck. 

"it hurts." he mumbled. "i miss them."

his grip on you tightened, hands clenching around your shirt. you knew touya enough to understand what he meant. his siblings didnt care when he was in distress, a pot threatening to boil over, but touya forgave them. because who would if he didnt?

"do you think they still remember me?” he repeated softly, swallowing the lump in his throat again.

he didn’t want you to see him cry, but he couldn’t stop the tears that were falling down his face. he felt so weak, so vulnerable. but at the same time, it was cathartic to get all these feelings out after he’d kept them in for so long.

“i think they remembers you. you’re– you’re their big brother.”

he let out a shaky breath as he reached for your hand, fingers tracing over the ridges on your knuckles. the scars on his back pinched again as he breathed and he couldn't help but wince, inhaling sharply and clenching his eyes shut. 

he didn’t want to cry. he needed to be strong for you, to be the way he thought you deserved to be. 

but it was hard when he missed his family, even if they never missed him.

“you think so?”

touya sounded like a child when he spoke, his voice small and soft, a tone he never used with anybody other than you. maybe because he knew he no longer had to pretend to be strong with you. you knew the soft spots of him that nobody else did. he was only seventeen, but to you he was twelve, he was ten, he was six, and he was four.

his shoulders hunched over and he pulled you closer, resting his chin on your head. it had been a long time since he'd had any sort of affection, and he craved it. even if it was from you, his closest friend, he needed it. 

he never had to pretend with you. you knew him better than anyone. his past and his future. his darkest secrets and his deepest thoughts.

"yeah, i think so." you murmur. “i would if you were my big brother.”

he couldn’t help the way his heart clenched. it was almost embarrassing how much your words had affected him, and he swallowed harshly to clear the lump in his throat. 

and he didn’t want to cry, but he felt safe with you. he felt safe to be vulnerable around you and he knew you would accept it. 

touya took a shaky breath, trying to swallow the onslaught of tears and feelings that were trying to bubble up. 

“can i be honest with you?”

“of course.”

“i want to go see my siblings.”

he words came out soft and quiet, almost like they weren’t meant for anyone else but himself, like a silent wish on a shooting star. they echoed in the still air, bouncing from the walls and ringing through your ears over and over again. i want to go see my siblings.

and when you didn’t respond, he spoke up again, sounding a little more desperate this time. he sounded like he needed something that he couldn’t ask for. 

"please."

the way he spoke, how soft he sounded and the way his voice cracked made your heart clench in your chest. you’d never heard touya sound like that before. 

he never asked for things, preferring to just do things himself or get someone else to do it. and now he was asking you? 

you swallowed, and shifted slightly so you could look at him. “what?”

his lips were pressed tightly together, and he looked vulnerable. more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him before. the look he gave you was so full of pleading and desperation that it made your chest ache. 

“please.” he repeated, and you heard a slight crack in his voice. “i need to see them.”

hearing the pleading edge in his voice, you shifted so that you were facing him directly. he looked almost childlike like this, pleading with you to do something, silently begging you with his eyes. 

you swallowed the lump in your throat, your heart panging at the almost painful look he had in his eyes.

"okay," you murmur quietly. "we'll go."

the change in his demeanor was instantaneous. it was like a child being promised a gift, the way he perked up. 

relief washed over his face, and his shoulders slumped slightly. he looked like he was about to cry again almost immediately. 

he didn’t say thank you. he didn’t need to. the relief on his face was enough, and the way his grip on you tightened slightly was another way of telling you that he appreciated you. 

“really?” he said softly, and there was a hint of hope in his voice that you’d never heard before. he looked… he looked scared. the usually confident, snarky touya looked scared. 

he reached out, grabbing your hands tightly. “you’d really do that?”

you nodded wordlessly, watching as touya stood up with an almost dazed look on his face.

he couldn’t believe it. you were really going to let him see his siblings. the people he missed the most in the world, the only people he loved. you were going to let him see them. he was going to see them again.

his eyes didn’t leave you, like he was worried you would change your mind.

your heart ached at the way he looked so desperate and hopeful. the way he looked almost disbelieving that you would go this far for him.

you pushed away the pain you felt and stood up too, reaching forward to grab his face in your hands and making him look at you. “yes, touya. i would do this for you.”

the look on his face was almost childish, and you almost laughed at how excited he looked. it was cute, how he immediately stood up and grabbed your hands tighter, as if you would disappear if he didn’t keep ahold of you. 

he needed this. he needed to see his brothers and sister again, even if they didn’t remember him. he needed closure, and he needed this moment. 

you wouldn’t take it away from him, no matter what.

his heart was beating faster than he thought it ever would, eyes fixated on you and refusing to look away. he didn’t want to let you go, he didn’t want you to disappear on him. 

“tonight?” he asked suddenly, the words coming out almost rushed. 

he had to see them again, he needed to. he wanted to hold shouto and fuyumi and natsuo again. he wanted them to remember him, and he knew it would hurt if they didn’t, but it would still be worth it.

“yes,” you murmured, taking his hand and leading him out the fire escape. “before it gets dark.”

touya stayed close to your side as you two walked, almost hovering, like a bee to a flower. he was clearly a ball of nervous, excited energy, unable to stay still for long. every so often his hand would brush against yours and he’d shiver slightly, but he would stay as quiet as possible. 

his heart was racing, and his anxiety was through the roof, but he tried to push it down and stay calm. he didn’t want to think about the consequences of tonight, but about the good things that could come from it.

and as he stood in front of the house he was raised in, he couldnt help but have second thoughts.

touya couldn’t stop the way his throat felt tight, or the way his chest felt like it was being crushed. he was almost terrified to go inside, to knock on the door. 

what if they didn’t recognize him? what if they were angry that he was there? what if they hated him more than he already hated himself?

as the sun set over the todoroki estate, he could almost see the memories playing out before him. the nights spent hiding from his father, the days spent running around with his siblings playing games, and the cold nights spent shivering and huddling for warmth. 

there were a lot of awful memories too, but they were overshadowed by the good ones. or at least, he tried to make himself believe they did. 

“it looks the same.” he mumbled softly.

you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. you knew how nervous he was, and you tried your best to soothe some of his worries. 

he flinched slightly at the touch, but he quickly relaxed. your presence helped, he felt as if he could handle anything so long as you were with him, and he was grateful that you had agreed to come with him.

without a second thought, you took his hand and made your way to the back of the estate, where touya’s bedroom used to be, and popped open the lock as if it was second nature. you had snuck into his room nearly every day when he used to live here, and it surprised you to no end that you hadn’t gotten caught.

the feeling of nostalgia washes over touya the second his feet touched the floor. the room looked exactly the same as it had when he was fifteen. 

touya let out a shaky breath, the familiarity of his own room almost overwhelming him. he had missed this room, he had missed his bed and the small things that he’d had in this room. 

he walked up to the bed, running a hand over the sheets and sitting down on the soft mattress. it still felt like  his bed, and it still smelt like his room. nothing had changed, and it brought back memories of late night crying sessions and silent sobbings.

sobbings that, until now, he could still hear through the walls.

the sound almost made his blood freeze in his veins. he knew that sound, he recognized it instantly. he had spent many nights listening to shouto cry like that, and it made his heart hurt.

a part of him just wanted to sit against the wall and drown out shouto’s crying with his own thoughts, but another part of him told him to comfort his little brother. 

he couldn’t just ignore his sibling, especially when he knew how scared and lonely he would be. 

he swallowed his nerves and stood up, taking slow, quiet steps towards the wall shared between their rooms, and pressed his ear to it.

and god, touya couldnt help himself. 

stumbling through his door, he rushed to the room next door, not bothering to tell you or even look around if the hallways were empty. he pulled open the door and nearly broke down crying at the sigh of shouto curled up all by himself in his room.

shouto was curled up in a ball in his bed, the sheets wrapped around him as tears silently streamed down his face. his tiny fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles were turning white, and his small body was shaking from the force of his sobs. 

when the door opened, his small head snapped up so fast it was almost as if it would fly off his shoulders. his eyes widened when he saw touya, shock registering across his young face.

shouto was one when he died. he didnt remember much except for the harsh regimine and beating his father instilled into him as soon as he could walk. but he could remember a brother. a brother that wasnt around the house anymore. a brother natsuo or fuyumi couldnt talk about.

a brother that was standing in his doorway.

touya looked down at his younger brother. he couldn’t describe the emotion that was coursing through him right now. guilt, sadness, relief, happiness. all different emotions that were all swirling inside his chest and threatening to overwhelm him. 

he took a shaky step towards the bed, hesitating for a moment before he spoke. 

“hey, shou.” he said quietly. his voice sounded shaky and slightly hoarse.

shouto stared at him, his blue and grey eyes wide and unblinking. he didn’t say anything, just stared at touya as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. who was this boy standing in his doorway? and why did he look so much like him?

touya took another cautious step towards the bed, his heart racing in his chest. he knew his little brother was confused, he could see it on his face. he knew there was a part of him that didn’t believe it was possible that touya was standing in front of him and not a figment of his imagination.

“touya!” you hissed, slipping into the room and shutting the door behind you. god, he was going to get you two caught. “what the hell are you doing!”

touya flinched slightly at your voice, whipping around to look at you. he’d been so focused on shouto that he hadn’t noticed you behind him, and his heart rate picked up. 

his shoulders tensed as he looked at you, and his gaze flicked back to shouto for a second before he spoke. 

”he was crying.” he said softly, as if that explained everything.

“i know he was, but it’s dangerous.” you hissed back, moving closer to him. 

you understood his reasons, you really did. touya cared for his siblings and he didn’t want to make their lives any harder, but you also didn’t want him to get hurt.

shouto’s eyes widened further, his small, pale hands clutching at the sheets. he was still staring at touya, wide-eyed and unblinking. it was as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, as if he was dreaming. 

he mumbled something so softly that only someone with a heightened sense of hearing could pick up, and it made touya’s heart ache.

shouto’s eyes widened further, his small, pale hands clutching at the sheets. he was still staring at touya, wide-eyed and unblinking. it was as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, as if he was dreaming. 

touya took a step closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving shouto’s face. he could see the confused and surprised look in his eyes, and the uncertainty that was almost written all over his young face. 

he reached out a trembling hand, as if he was scared that if he moved too suddenly then shouto would just disappear. as if he was scared that he was truly some kind of hallucination.

touya took a step closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving shouto’s face. he could see the confused and surprised look in his eyes, and the uncertainty that was almost written all over his young face. 

he reached out a trembling hand, as if he was scared that if he moved too suddenly then shouto would just disappear. as if he was scared that he was truly some kind of hallucination.

shouto didn’t pull back when touya’s hand approached him. he was frozen in place, his wide eyes fixed on his older brother as he gently placed his hand on the younger’s head. 

the moment his hand made contact, a small gasp escaped touya’s lips. it was real, this was real. touya could feel shouto, the smoothness of his hair, the heat coming off his skin, the tiny body beneath his hand. it was real, and it made his eyes start to burn.

tears started pricking the corners of touya’s eyes. he’d missed shouto so much, so goddamned much it hurt. 

he couldn’t stop himself from moving closer, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapping his arms around his brother.

he was real. so real.

he was real, he was tangible, and he was here. touya wrapped his arms around the younger, his throat tightening as he held him close. tears started falling freely as he buried his face into his brother’s soft dual-colored hair. 

he couldn’t control the sobs that started racking his body, the loud, broken cries that escaped his throat. the dam had finally broken.

you sat next to him, and touya onluy distinctly processed the dip in the bed. you didnt want to intrude, so you watched. you watched, and ached for the boy that shouto never got to see.

“miss you.”

he sobbed at the sound of shouto’s voice. even the younger’s voice sent a pang of pain through his heart, making him clutch at the boy even tighter.

he’d missed his voice, he’d missed everything about him. he’d missed the soft white and red strands of hair, his wide and innocent blue and grey eyes, his pale skin. he’d missed the soft, small body he was holding so tightly and the way he seemed so much more fragile than any other four year old.

as his crying slowed, he pulled away slightly so he could look at shouto’s face. his eyes were red and puffy, and tears were still streaming down his scarred cheeks. 

you watched as he studied his younger brother’s face, almost as if he was trying to memorize every detail. and you had the feeling he wanted to remember this, the feeling, the sound, the sight. he didn’t want to forget anything about this moment.

“i missed you too, shou.” he said shakily, his voice quiet and broken. he reached up and wiped at the tears on his younger brother’s face. “and i dont ever wanna leave you again.”

touya let out another small sob. he didn’t want to leave shouto. he didn’t want to leave natsuo or fuyumi either. he wanted to stay here, in the house he grew up in, with the family and siblings he loved so much. 

but he couldn’t. he didn’t have a choice. he couldn’t stay. he wasn’t supposed to be here. 

and that broke his heart.

“come with you..?” shouto mumbled, looking up at touya with his big, glassy eyes.

the words were like a dagger to the heart. touya’s breath hitched, his chest feeling as if it was being ripped out. he wanted to say yes, of course he did. he wanted to bring shouto and natsuo and fuyagi with him, keep them safe forever. make sure that no one could ever hurt them again.

but he couldn’t do that. he couldn’t take them from their life here. 

“i– i can’t, shou.” 

“but it hurts. papa hurts” 

“i know.” touya replied, the words coming out as barely a whisper. it hurt, god it hurt. it hurt a lot. it hurt so much and he couldn’t fix it. he brought a shaky hand up to run it through shouto’s hair, a weak attempt to soothe his brother. “i know it hurts and i’m sorry, shou. but i can’t stay here. i can’t.”

“come with you!” shouto repeated, pouting and reaching up to pull at touya’s hair.

touya could *feel* his heart breaking. he ached to say yes, to just scoop up shouto and take him with him. he’d do it in a heartbeat if it was possible.

but it wasn’t possible. touya was practically a wanted criminal, there was no way he’d be able to take a child with him and still hide.

“i can’t, shou. i want to, trust me i want to, but i just can’t. i’m sorry.”

he knew it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair for him to appear in his younger brother’s life, make him think that he was going to take him away from the nightmare they all lived in and then say that he couldn’t. but he couldn’t. he couldnt do that to him. to you. to fuyumi, and natsuo. to rei.

“it’s– it’s just not that simple.” touya said softly, his voice coming out strained. he could feel his chest tightening, the guilt and pain and anger all swirling inside of him. 

he wanted to take shouto with him so badly. the thought of leaving his little brother in this hell again brought an almost physical pang to his chest. but he couldn’t. it just wasn’t possible.

touya let out a shaky sigh. how could he, how was he supposed to explain it to a seven year old? how was he supposed to say ‘ i can’t take you with me because everyone literally thinks im dead’ without confusing him? without hurting him?

“it’s complicated, shou.” he said weakly.

the younger boy was still staring up at him. his eyes were still wide, but instead of surprise or confusion there was only hurt and disappointment in his expression. 

it made touya’s heart ache. he wanted to fix it, to take the hurt away, to tell his younger brother that everything was going to be okay and that he wouldn’t ever have to worry about anything again. 

but he couldn’t. it’d be wrong to give him false hope.

and god, you couldnt help yourself.

“touya– ‘m sorry to intrude but why.. why cant we just take him?” you mumble, shifting close to lean against touya’s back. “wouldn’t you have wanted someone to take you away when what’s happening to shouto was happening to you? 

you huffed, grabbing touya’s shoulder to force him to look at you. “cant you see? the cycle is repeating itself. and you can stop it.”

touya’s hands balled into shaking fists as you spoke. 

you were right. as much as he hated to admit it, you were right.

he’d spent many nights wishing there was someone, anyone, who would come and take him and his siblings away from this hell. and now, he had a chance to do it for shouto, to stop what was going to happen to him from ever happening, but he wasn’t taking it.

the shame coursed through his body, making him go taut.

he could feel the frustration and anger building up inside of him, warring with the shame a guilt in his chest. it was making him feel dizzy, and the sudden urge to hit something was taking over his thoughts. 

he stood up from the bed, pacing around the room and running a trembling hand through his messy raven black hair. 

“fucking quit!” he hissed, not looking at you. “stop it, you don’t understand! it’s not that easy!”

“and why not!” you moved closer to shouto and covered his ears. “the whole house is asleep right now, and if you keep up this clown show of yours, you’ll get us caught!”

he didn’t care. he didn’t care at all if he got caught, or if he woke up the rest of the house, or anything. he wouldn’t even care if someone started beating him half to death at that very moment. 

the anger and shame continued to build and build until it was choking him and blocking any rational thought. he wanted to get caught, at this point. he just wanted to make something, anything hurt. even if it costed him his life.

but he couldnt do that. not to you. not to him. and epecially not to shouto.

“–touya! calm down!” you hissed, letting go of shouto and standing up to grab his wrist. “ you’re gonna fucking burn the house down!”

“then let it burn.” 

the words came out before he could stop himself, and as he said them he regretted them. he knew he didn’t actually want to burn down the house, not the house with his siblings still in it at least.

touya couldnt think straight. the world was spinning, the house threatening to swallow him whole. he could faintly hear you speaking, but he could feel it going in one ear and out the other.

no matter what he did, someone would get hurt. someone was going to end up getting hurt. and he didn’t think he could handle it.

he ran his shaking hands through his hair again, his body tense and his breath coming out in short, labored gasps. he could practically feel his blood boiling.

he wanted something, anything he could take his anger out on.

“nii-san?”

the sound of shouto’s voice snapped touya back to the present. he froze, turning back to the bed and looking at his younger brother. 

god, how long had he been pacing and seething? how long had he been lost in his own head? how long had he been scaring you, scaring shouto?

his heart fell as he met shouto’s worried and confused eyes. the anger faded, replaced by a different kind of despair. 

what was he doing? what was he doing, scaring his younger brother and shouting and acting like a psychopath infront of him? what kind of older brother was he?

he took a shaky step towards the bed, an apology ready to spill from his lips. 

he was going to apologize, he was going to tell shouto that he didn’t mean to scare him, that he wasn’t in his right mind right now. he was going to tell him that he was fine, that it was okay.

but the door opened before he got the chance to speak.

touya froze again, his blood going cold. he didn’t dare turn around to look at who had just entered the room. he didn’t need to look. he already knew.

and without a secont thought, he picked shouto up, and ran.

he darted towards the window, clutching the younger boy as tightly as he dared. his heart was racing in his chest, pounding against his ribs so hard it was a miracle they didn’t break. 

he didn’t have time to think or plan. he just had to run, had to get out of here.

the adrenaline was rushing through his veins like never before. he had to get shouto out of here, he had to get out,  fast.

he dashed out of the bedroom, his feet almost silent as he raced down the hallway of the house, holding his younger brother tightly against his chest. he didnt need to tell you twice. he trusted you enough to be right behind him. he had learned from the mistakes of orpheus and eurydice.

shouto was screaming in fear, his cries bouncing off the walls and surely waking up the entire house. the man behind you was loud and quick, but not quick enough.

touya grit his teeth, his eyes darting around as he tried to find the exit. in his panic, all of his childhood memories and completly vaccated his brain. 

he could hear his dad yelling from behind him, and he could hear natsuo and fuyumi calling out. 

but he didn’t look back. he didn’t even slow his pace as he reached the front door, yanking it open and stepping out into the cold night air with you and shouto right behind him.

and touya didn’t stop running. he didn’t look back, not once. he just kept going, dashing down the sidewalk with no sense of where exactly he was headed. 

all he knew was that he had to run, he had to get away from the house and make sure shouto was safe. that was all that mattered, right now.

his legs burned with the effort but he didn’t slow down. he pushed himself further, his feet pounding against the pavement as he raced down the street. he had no idea where he was going, but he didn’t care. 

he’d keep running until his legs gave out.

and even if they did, he was sure you’d catch him.

he could hear you panting behind him as you struggled to keep up with his pace. he knew you were putting in just as much effort as he was, pushing through the burn in your legs and the ache in your chest. 

he knew you’d keep running by his side, for as far as you could. not because you felt like you had to, but because you wanted to.

touya didn’t know for how long he kept running. it felt like an endless race, a never-ending battle of speed and endurance. 

but eventually, he had to stop. his legs finally gave out, collapsing under him as he stumbled to a stop. he doubled over, gasping for breath and clutching shouto close to his chest.

and he found he couldnt help but laugh.

a strangled laugh escaped his lips as he fought to regain his breath. it was a bitter, crazed laugh, full of pain and hysteria. 

he leaned against a nearby wall, his legs shaking as he struggled to stay upright. he was exhausted, his body feeling as if it had been put through hell and back. 

but he was alive. you were alive. and shouto was alive.

and that’s all that mattered right now.

[obae-me]

ive been sick recently, here are some of the fever dreams and various other stupid thoughts ive had;

1. mammon and mc taking beel to the human realm to compete in eating challenges. he gets free food and they get to laugh at the horrified faces of the judges while he demolishes everything and asks for seconds

2. remember the golden age of a/b/o? demons have a higher sense of smell so when mc first arrived, there was a scent blocker in the summoning spell. This fails at some point and now mc has to hide out with solomon or else the brothers will follow them around like they’re the pied piper bc since when did mc smell so good?

3. mc convinving the brothers that humans molt by doing the pva glue thing. solomon is the only one who knows different and absolutely backs them up

4. freaking out the brothers by sleepwalking/talking. mc opening levi’s door in the middle of the night (he’s still awake, rui-chan just dropped a new episode he needs to analyse) and just dead staring at him for several seconds before barking and walking away. he avoids them for days after

5. going to the human realm and bring back a souvenir for diavolo every time. they’re usually the silly things you can buy when you visit tourist areas but they’re held in as high regard as the royal family heirlooms. a small snow globe with a sunglasses wearing gnome inside is displayed next to the royal jewels

6. sampling every different kind of tea with barbatos like a bucket list (chamomile? thumbs up! darjeeling? hates with a burning passion)

7. leaving offerings for the demons/angels out of habit whenever they do something nice. new beauty routine- asmo finds roses in his room. high grade on a paper- satan finds a small cat statuette on top of a pile of books. loaned a listening ear- simeon finds new pens in his writing desk

8. mc being affectionate without realising. humans can be big on physical contact so it’s can be common to kiss or hug regularly. demons are not like this and they short circuit everytime mc kisses their cheeks in thanks or hugs them in greeting

thank you for your time i’m going back to sleep

Oh no! I'm sorry you're sick! Drink tons of fluids and get so much rest!!

1. I bet you Mammon put some money down on him somehow and became absolutely giddy with how much Beel was winning. He would treat him to a buffet afterwards.

2. Ah yes, the wonderful and semi cursed days of a/b/o. I have no doubt that something about their human drives them all crazy.

3. I love love love the thought of MC and Solomon doing things that freak the demons and angels out a bit, mixing real things with fake facts and no one ever knowing what's true or not.

4. What if the brothers all assumed that only Belphie did stuff like that because of his Sin, and so when MC comes around and does similar things, it freaks them out a bit. Again, I love the idea of a human giving all the powerful demons a bit of the jeebies.

5. That is such a cute thing, oh my goodness. Diavolo being obsessed with cheap cliche tourist souvenirs. He's got mugs and shotglasses with different states and countries on them, the fridge in the kitchen has a bunch of magnets of various attractions. He's got several baseball caps he wears around the castle when people aren't around.

6. So sweet! I love the thought of Barbatos having a little notepad and writing notes on their reactions of different teas so he knows exactly what to serve them and when. (I love me a good earl grey myself).

7. As a person who loves giving gifts, this idea is so sweet. It's like a beautiful equivalent of getting a little gold star. They deserve good things, all of them.

8. I think I've done a headcanon of this particular thing (or maybe not, maybe it's just been on my mind before). But yes! Coming up and giving them a hug when they're sad, telling them they love them before hanging up the phone, all things that makes the demons melt instantly, and MC isn't even aware.

Thank you for sharing your dreams!! I love hearing about dreams! Rest up!!

[writingsonsaturn]

: ̗̀➛ the 'taylor swift' series

𖡎 description - this series will be based off of taylor swift songs, every song will have it's own fic inspired by the songs title and or inspired by lyrics. some songs ive decided not to add to this series out of respect as well as it would not feel right to include.

disclaimer - all songs and song titles belong to taylor swift, all rights to these songs belong to her.

⚘ = fluff | ✤ = smut | ֎ = angst

+:ꔫ:﹤+:ꔫ:﹤+:ꔫ:﹤+:ꔫ:﹤+:ꔫ:﹤+:ꔫ:﹤+:ꔫ:﹤+:ꔫ:﹤+:ꔫ:﹤+:ꔫ:

The Tortured Poets Department

- fortnight

- ֎ the tortured poets department (spencer reid)

↪ spencer breaks up with you out of no where

- my boy only breaks his favorite toys

- ⚘ down bad (jensen ackles)

↪ jensen trys to comfort you after a break up (daughter!reader)

- so long, london

- but daddy i love him

- fresh out the slammer

- florida!!!

- guilty as sin?

- whos afraid of little old me?

- i can fix him (no really i can)

- loml

- i can do it with a broken heart

- the smallest man who ever lived

- the alchemy

- clara bow

- the black dog

- imgonnagetyouback

- the albatross

- chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

- how did it end?

- so high school

- i hate it here

- thank you aimee

- i look in peoples windows

- the prophecy

- cassandra

- peter

- the bolter

- robin

- the manuscript

Midnights

- lavender haze

- maroon

- anti-hero

- snow on the beach

- you're on your own, kid

- midnight rain

- question...?

- vigilante shit

- bejeweled

- labyrinth

- karma

- sweet nothing

- mastermind

- the great war

- bigger than the whole sky

- paris

- high infidelity

- glitch

- would've, could've, should've

- dear reader

- hits different

- you're losing me

evermore

- willow

- champagne problems

- gold rush

- 'tis the damn season

- tolerate it

- no body, no crime

- happiness

- dorothea

- coney island

- ivy

- cowboy like me

- long story short

- closure

- evermore

- right where you left me

- it's time to go

folklore

- the 1

- cardigan

- the last great american dynasty

- exile

- my tears ricochet

- ֎ mirrorball (tasm!peter parker)

↪ peter hasn't been very appreciative of your hard work

- seven

- august

- this is me trying

- illicit affairs

- invisible string

- mad woman

- epiphany

- betty

- peace

- hoax

- the lakes

- carolina

Lover

- i forgot that you existed

- cruel summer

- lover

- the man

- the archer

- i think he knows

- miss americana & the heartbreak prince

- paper rings

- cornelia street

- death by a thousand cuts

- london boy

- false god

- you need to calm down

- afterglow

- me!

- it's nice to have a friend

- daylight

- ⚘ all of the girls you've loved before (tim bradford)

↪ you were always who tim wanted

reputation

- ...ready for it?

- endgame

- i did something bad

- don't blame me

- delicate

- look what you made me do

- so it goes...

- gorgeous

- getaway car

- king of my heart

- dancing with our hands tied

- dress

- this is why we can't have nice things

- call it what you want

- new year's day

- i don't wanna live forever

1989

- welcome to new york

- blank space

- style

- out of the woods

- ֎ all you had to do was stay (tim bradford)

↪ tim shows up one night after breaking up with you

- shake it off

- i wish you would

- bad blood

- wildest dreams

- how you get the girl

- this love

- i know places

- clean

- wonderland

- you are in love

- new romantics

- "slut!"

- say don't go

- now that we don't talk

- suburban legends

- is it over now?

- sweeter than fiction

RED

- state of grace

- red

- treacherous

- i knew you were trouble

- all too well

- 22

- i almost do

- we are never ever getting back together

- stay stay stay

- the last time

- holy ground

- sad beautiful tragic

- the lucky one

- everything has changed

- starlight

- begin again

- the moment i knew

- come back... be here

- girl at home

- better man

- nothing new

- babe

- message in a bottle

- forever winter

- run

- the very first night

- all too well (10 min)

- safe & sound

- eyes open

Speak Now

- mine

- sparks fly

- back to december

- speak now

- dear john

- mean

- the story of us

- never grow up

- enchanted

- better than revenge

- innocent

- last kiss

- haunted

- long live

- ours

- superman

- electric touch

- when emma falls in love

- i can see you

- castles crumbling

- foolish one

- timeless

Fearless

- fearless

- fifteen

- love story

- hey stephen

- white horse

- you belong with me

- breathe

- tell my why

- you're not sorry

- the way i loved you

- forever & always

- the best day

- change

- jump then fall

- untouchable

- come in with the rain

- superstar

- the other side of the door

- today was a fairytale

- you all over me

- mr. perfectly fine

- we were happy

- that's when

- don't you

- bye bye baby

- if this was a movie

Taylor Swift

- tim mcgraw

- picture to burn

- teardrops on my guitar

- a place in this world

- cold as you

- the outside

- tied together with a smile

- stay beautiful

- should've said no

- mary's song (oh my my my)

- our song

- im only me when im with you

- invisible

- a perfectly good heart

Bonus

- christmas tree farm

[gothicflowers]

Alex Keller X GN!Reader

Field of Flowers

Warnings: Fluff.

“We’ve been inseparable for almost eight years. For some reason I just assumed I’d always have you around. I don’t wanna face that reality but I have to now. Saying goodbye completely ends the story.”

“New chapters mean you get to keep on writing the story. Why would it make you scared?”

“I’m terrified honestly. I want a life outside of all this, to be able to lay in a field of flowers and rest.” Motioning to your ballistics vest and the gun on his hip. “But ive been doing this for so long it’s almost like I have to completely hit reset on my life. I can’t tell anybody about any of this. About what I’ve done, the places I’ve seen. Hell, I can’t even tell them about you. It all dies with me.”

Over all these years with Alex you never told him your feelings. Too afraid to lose the only person who’s stuck by your side. Every mission, every wound, every sunrise and sunset he was with you. Learning to live without him was going to be hard. It was going to be even harder trying to start the life you envisioned without him.

Alex leaned against the hummer next to you trying to find the words to say. He hated that you were leaving. But he couldn’t ask you to stay with him. Not when he just abandoned the CIA for farahs army. But he loves you too much to tell you his feelings. He wants you to be happy, not to go to bed wondering if he’s ok or when he’ll return to you.

“I hope you find peace and get everything you want out of this lifetime. You deserve it.” His words felt heavy leaving his chest. “How about instead of goodbye, I’ll see you around.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. Biting your lip to try and stop a choked sob from leaving your lips. Nodding and looking at the sunset. “I’ll see you around Alex.” You look up at him, just as pretty as the day you first met. Only couple more scars and some lines around his eyes changed him. His eyes still sparkled when they looked into yours. A single tear falls down from your eyes taking in the sight of the man you’ll never see again.

His hand comes to rest on the nape of your neck as the other wipes away the single tear. Pressing a kiss to your forehead he takes in this final moment. His forehead rests against yours knowing he has to let go now or he won’t let you go. “I’ll see you around.”

And he’s gone. Gone from your life. You’re left watching the sun disappear over the mountains wondering why it is to be like this.

It’s been a little over three years since that day. You opened up that company you always told Alex about. Got a car and even purchased a home. Everything on paper looked like you had become quite successful. Your family was excited to have you home. But with all good things considered it didn’t feel how you thought it would.

The house was quiet. Making friends in your late twenties proved to be difficult. And every date you went on couldn’t compare to the man you left in a war zone. You thought about him often. Was he doing well? Was he making sure to eat enough? Was there someone that could cut his hair as well as you could? And the scariest thought, was he still alive?

Your dreams were fleeting with memories of your time together and the battles fought. Often times waking you in the night too scared to fall back asleep. Even though you were happy to be away from it all you still thought about it, if you hadn’t left. Stayed and told him that you loved him. Or should you have just told him before you left. At least then you’d have had an answer of some sort. Never to be left wondering like you still do. The waves of regret consumed you from time to time.

Today was a slow day, as most Mondays are for your company so it was just you today. You sat behind your computer finishing up this months paperwork. The front door bell chimed upon someone entering. Since it was just you, you headed to the front to greet the customer.

“Hello, how can I-“ you stopped dead in your tracks in disbelief when your eyes noticed the man standing there. Soft eyes, strong arms, and a smile like no other.

“Hi” he could barely make out that single word. Just seeing you took the breath out of his lungs. “I said I’ll see you later, not goodbye.” His mustache covered lips turned up into a smirk.

You run up to him wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug. His warm embrace welcoming you into his arms. His arms wrapped around you felt more like home than anything has the past three years.

“I can’t believe you’re here” your hands cup his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks “What are you doing here?”

“Laswell got my name cleared, thought about lying in a field of flowers like you said.” His arms still wrapped around you not wanting to let go. “And there was something I didn’t tell you before you left, I’m hoping I’m not too late.”

“What didn’t you tell me.” Your arms unraveled and your hands rest on his strong chest. You could feel his heart beating fast.

Taking a deep breath he looks deep into you. “That I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you.”

Your voice weakened with the joy of hearing his confession. “I wanted to tell you I loved you before I left but I was scared you didn’t love me back.”

Alex looked down at you with a look you had seen glimpses of but never fully. It was love, joy, excitement and more passion than anyone had ever looked at you with in your lifetime.

Without words you both embraced in a passionate kiss making up for all the lost years. His hands pulling your hips into him closer desperately wanting to keep you close. Your hands traveling from his chest to his neck. Clinging to each other fearing separation. After what felt like eternity your lips departed one another.

“So since the moment you met me?” How could you have not seen? Was that truly what all those intense moments of eye contact meant? The fighting over each other going into something far too dangerous. Love?

His bright goofy smile was uncontrollable “Yeah”

You couldn’t help but laugh recalling that exact moment in time. “Alex I had a gun to your head because Laswell didn’t tell me I was gonna have a partner that mission. I was seconds away from killing you”

“Can’t lie it was definitely intimidating, but oddly attractive.” He smirked knowing it was the honest truth.

You give his chest a light hit at his comment “Shut up and kiss me again Keller.”

“Yes ma’am.”

[mysteriouslyfantasticthief]

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𓆩♡𓆪 QUICK QUESTIONS

Is angel your real name? Nope! But its a nickname my parents adored giving me and it just stuck, plus its a good online name that can't be exactly traced back to me!!

Birthday? June 30th 2003 🥳

Zodiac Sign and MBTI Type? Cancer, INTJ-T

Gender? Whatever I feel like, seriously idc what people see me as. I could be an old man in my 50's or a 18 year old college girl in a toxic sorority in your minds eye and I would not care

Sexuality? Girls ❤️

𓆩♡𓆪 SPECIFIC QUESTIONS

Favorite Character in JJK? The light of my life, the ice monarch of my dreams, the curse of my eye, the one of the most perfect characters in the franchise: URAUME!!!💞💞💞 Right beside the queen, the woman, the mother, the cunt-serving doctor: SHOKO!!! 😍😍😍 Oh and I like Sukuna too I guess...

Favorite Ships in JJK? Satosugu and I will die on this hill. I don't care who tops or bottoms, all I know is one of them is ending up pregnant if Geto didn't defect. A fan of itafushi, Tojikuna, Sukugo, nanahito (😱) and SASHISU as well!! 💞But I'm a multishipper, I love shipping, every ship is on the table!!

How long have you been writing for? Roughly 10 years, on and off. BUT! Ive only posted for a year when I was younger on wattpad and only now am I getting into the posting scene again. The other years were mostly me roleplaying or writing for my school paper among other journalism stuff.

You do roleplays?? Yes!! I absolutely adore writing with other talented authors, it was my main hobby for years on wattpad, quotev and recently discord! I'm currently in a very fun rp server for JJK, but I've roleplayed for so many other fandoms😚

Do you have any inspiration for writing? Yes! One of my main inspirations for starting to write again is definitely @/nanaslutt, @/pseudowho, @/retiredteabag and @/ohimsummer among others!! But they are the main ones who helped my brain churn out the motivation to write again 😚

Do you have any other socials? I have a ton more, yes, but I like to keep them private! 💞

My childhood trauma? My mother, next question.

What are your favorite tropes? Enemies to friends to lovers, HEAVY on found family, pretty much any fantasy setting, "Who did this to you?" and if we're talking nsfw tropes, I just love soft stuff with feelings, I love it rough and nasty as much as the next jjk fan but something about being vulnerable with someone you trust is just 🥺💞 Oh and fighting as foreplay, CONSENSUAL somnophilia and aphrodasiacs

What are tropes you hate? Miscommunication, accidental pregnancy, infantilization and HUGEEEE age gaps, theres alot more but I dont wanna think of them rn 😓

How long does it take you to write? For smaus, a complete one for every character I usually do will take somewhere around an hour and a half while longer fics can take me 3-4 days!! The only exception from that time frame was this shoko smut, which took me 1 night (aka 3 hours) and my hopes and dreams

How do you write so quickly? Training! Back then, my journalism training was timed, had to write a roughly 700 word article under an hour by hand. It was actually pretty fun, and since i type faster than I write, I guess thats why its pretty fast. I used to write 2-3 articles per day back then 😌 but im burned out now obvi

╰┈➤ More to add eventually...

[chihomichannel]

firefly.fromm

| pairing: oikawa toruu x gender neutral!reader | summary: in which you love him enough to let him go | genre: angst | warnings: slight manga spoiler | word count: 980 | a/n: hiii, it's clem. it has been years since i last posted and since i even finished any story. i have been in college (still am) and it has been really tough. i have been meaning to write but couldn't find the time to do so since i've been so busy. i just finished summer classes and only have two weeks of break before the new semester starts (killme) i hope i can write again since i miss it a lot. i also feel like i have been lacking in writing skills since i haven't been able to write as much anymore. anyways, that's why ive been gone and i hope you enjoy this short fic!

➥play! "firefly" by FROMM

Did you have to fall in love? Looking back to all you went through, before he was yours, during he was and after he wasn’t anymore, was everything leading up to this moment worth every pain, every flutter of your heart, every moment you shared with him? He was there in the first of your everything, as you were in the firsts of his.

And now, as the night descends upon your heads in hues of violet and pink, the reality sinks in that you’re nothing but just a faint light existing within his radiant dream. Outshined over by everything, you were just an obstruction hindering him to get closer to his dream.

It wasn’t that you weren't important. It was just that compared to volleyball, you were just second best to his heart. Always the second priority but you can’t even find it within yourself to hate him for it. Because you love Oikawa Tooru. And you understand him more than anyone. You understand his dream and you want nothing else but for him to achieve it.

And you know he loves you just as much enough to tell you he won’t go. And your heart, as much as it was happy that he chose you, you felt a pang because you knew, this wasn’t the right thing to do.

You hold him, taking his hands and bringing them up to your lips, giving them a gentle kiss. You hid your pouring heart, halting the tears for later as you stared at the whirlpool of his light brown eyes. Memories you shared with him flashed in your eyes, a smile painting your face as you gazed at him fondly.

You think back to the playdates your families arranged. You realize, Oikawa has always been a part of your life. He had been there for as long as you remember. A default in your life, a constant presence akin to a family. You’ve always thought that he will always be a part of your life as he had always been since you were kids. In your mind, he was forever.

You don’t remember when you fell in love with him. It was just that one day you woke up and knew he was the one for you. You always denied it though. Because he is your best friend. And most of all, as you like to argue, he is the Oikawa Tooru. As much as he is a great friend, you’ve seen him with girls. And you’ve concluded that he wasn’t your type. Especially with that arrogance and pride of his. And so when you found yourself in love with him, you wanted to cave and bury yourself 6 feet underground.

You blamed the constant taunts from others regarding your friendship with him. Being childhood friends and all, almost every person you’ve encountered has teased you with him. Friends, family, teachers, classmates, etc. You thought it was just peer pressure. Fleeting like every guy you’ve liked. But that one night, school was over and you stayed with him in the gym when he refused to leave, determined and focused on his game. You realized you’ve judged him out of spite of your new found feelings. You wanted to push them away but as you watched him, you accepted your feelings with a quiver of your lips.

Nothing changed, or so you thought. You never acted on your feelings but instead chose to silently love him in secret. It wasn’t a risk you wanted to take in fear of destroying the relationship you’ve built with him over the years. And maybe, you will never ever make a move if he hadn’t done it himself.

It was during the cultural festival of your second year of high school when Oikawa Tooru went out of his way to confess his love for you. It had been unexpected, but the grandeur of it wasn’t. Everything just spoke volumes of Oikawa as a person. And who were you to refuse him when you are also completely in love with him.

And so at seventeen, you and Oikawa spent the remaining years of highschool making the best memories that are to be treasured for as long as you remain on this earth. But even then towards the end of everything, you knew at some point, it would have to end.

Because if it didn’t, Oikawa would never move forward. And the thought alone that he loves you this much was enough comfort for you to do what you had to do.

And as you stand there under the moonlight at six o’clock in the evening of a summer night, the wind a subtle presence as your foreheads touched one last time, taking in the moment to bask in each other, you gave a kiss on Oikawa’s lips. A declaration of your love and a silent goodbye as you let him go towards his ultimate love.

The moment was gone as fast as it happened, you hadn’t even realized the next morning that while you were asleep, Oikawa had gone towards Argentina. You had accepted it, you knew you had. But the pain that he was no longer yours and you couldn’t even see him was excruciatingly impossible to heal. But all you could do was silently support him. To go on with your life just as he had. Because in the end, even though you both still loved each other and possibly for as long as you live, this was for the best. For him to achieve his dream and for you to move forwards towards your own. 

Even if it hurts now, eventually it won’t. Eventually, everything would be okay again and both you and Oikawa would finally be happy towards your own paths. Because even if you love each other, yourself will always have to come first. And so everything will be okay.

Hopefully

also posted in my AO3 acc

[trucecaboose]

Even After Everything

Chapter One: Night Scrolls and Buried Scars

The soft hum of the baby monitor was the only sound in Sutton Wixx’s small house, save for the occasional sigh of the wind rattling the half-open bedroom window. She lay on her side, cocooned in a worn cotton comforter, her long blonde hair splayed across the pillow in messy waves, the ends still damp from a rushed post-bedtime shower. Her hazel eyes were tired, but they scanned the glowing screen of her phone with familiar comfort. Tumblr. Her late-night escape. Her guilty pleasure. Her little slice of somewhere else.

The baby monitor crackled slightly, and Sutton instinctively turned to look at it, heart lifting at the quiet rhythmic breaths it transmitted. AJ was asleep. Finally. He’d fought bedtime like a tiny warrior, complete with pouty lips and his soft fists clutched around his favorite dinosaur pajama top. But he was asleep now. His chest rising and falling in the quiet lull of dreams. Sutton let out a soft breath. One small victory for today.

Her thumb flicked lazily up her phone screen, pausing every so often on a fanart of a book character she loved or a quote that hit too close to home. She stopped when she saw a reblog of The Freshman, a Choices book she had replayed more times than she could count. The post had a drawing of the main characters—bright, hopeful, full of life—and in the tags, someone had written, “Still my comfort story. I would’ve dated Becca and made MC a single mom with a law degree if I could.”

Sutton chuckled and reblogged it, adding her own comment: “If Becca and MC don’t end up together in the Choices multiverse, I will riot.”

Not ten minutes later, a notification popped up.

rowansheart commented on your post:

“RIGHT?! Finally someone who gets it. Becca was such a queen. And MC being a single mom? Kind of love that idea.”

Sutton blinked, then clicked the profile. The icon was a minimalist sun and moon design, the blog neat and curated—mostly fanfics, book rants, and cozy aesthetics. The bio said simply: “Rowan. 28. Nurse. Southern vibes and fictional crushes.”

Something about it made Sutton smile. She replied back.

“This is my hill to die on. Becca redemption arc, let’s go.”

She set the phone down for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. A yawn crept up on her, but she fought it back. She wasn’t ready to give in to sleep yet. Night was the only time she had to herself. The rest of her hours belonged to scrubs and IV lines and patient charts—and at home, to baby wipes, lullabies, and AJ’s endless energy.

She picked the phone back up, heart giving a small jump when she saw another reply.

“I have a whole headcanon that MC became a lawyer after everything and is raising her kid on her own in a city apartment with Becca as the flirty roommate who eventually confesses her love during a snowstorm.”

Sutton grinned. She could picture it clearly. And just like that, a conversation was born. They kept going back and forth—Rowan was sharp, witty, warm. It felt natural. Easy. The way good conversations were supposed to feel, with no pressure or performance.

Minutes turned to hours.

They talked about other books, their favorite tropes (Rowan hated love triangles, Sutton loved a good rivals-to-lovers), what it was like being a nurse in their respective corners of the world. Sutton found herself laughing out loud more than once—genuine, belly-deep laughs she hadn’t felt in longer than she cared to admit. She didn’t mention AJ. She never did. Not because she was ashamed, but because she was protective—fiercely so. The world could be cruel and judging, and she wouldn’t let it touch her son.

Not again.

Not after how he came into it.

Her smile faltered for a moment. Her gaze drifted toward the photo on her nightstand—a small frame holding a candid shot of her holding AJ in the hospital room. Her mother had snapped it on the first day she became someone’s mother. Sutton’s face had been pale, eyes ringed with fatigue, but she was smiling. Holding AJ like he was the only light in the universe—and maybe he was.

The memory of that night—the worst night of her life—pushed at the edges of her mind like a dark tide. Joe. The name felt like glass on her tongue. She hadn’t said it out loud in two years.

She had begged him to stop. Slurred and scared, trying to push him away, saying no again and again and again. But he hadn’t listened.

And in the aftermath, she blamed herself. The drinking. The clothes. The trusting. God, how could she have trusted anyone?

For weeks, she’d lived in a fog of shame and disbelief. Then came the test. Two lines. A heartbeat.

She had driven out to the lake that day. Sat in the car with the windows down and screamed until her throat was raw. She didn’t know what to do. How could she raise a child from something so cruel? But in the end, she’d looked down at her belly, her hands shaking, and whispered, “I’ll love you anyway. I’ll love you so hard it’ll erase him.”

And she had.

AJ was her everything.

A soft ping drew her back. Another message from Rowan.

“Sorry, I get carried away when I talk about fictional stuff. It’s just… it makes me forget the real stuff for a while, you know?”

Sutton paused. Her fingers hovered over the keys.

“I get that. Escaping into stories is safer than letting people in.”

A beat.

“Exactly. You get it. Most people don’t.”

Sutton stared at that line for a long time.

The room was quiet except for the monitor and the rustle of wind. Outside, the city buzzed faintly in the distance, a lullaby of late-night sounds. Inside, Sutton sat with her phone against her chest and eyes fixed on the baby photo beside her.

Maybe, she thought, maybe this was the start of something.

Not a romance. Not yet. But something real.

And God, did she need real.

[dasloddl]

rules: answer the questions then add one of your own

coke or pepsi: pepsi, but only cause I hate coke

disney or dreamworks: i dont really care

coffee or tea: both, depends on my mood/time of day/year

books or movies: movies are easier but I'm trying to get back into books

windows or mac: mac

dc or marvel: marvel

x-box or playstation: only ever used a playstation but dont really care

dragon age or mass effect: dunno what that is

night owl or early riser: night owl

cards or chess: cards

chocolate or vanilla: depends on what it's in (cake -> chocolate, ice cream -> vanilla, yoghurt -> neither)

vans or converse: converse for shoes, vans for pants

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: no idea

fluff or angst: angst

beach or forest: beach

dogs or cats: dogs

clear skies or rain: clear sky when I'm outside, rain in bed (or preferably a tent)

cooking or eating out: if I actually want something quality then eating out but I don't have the money for that, cooking is nice tho when I'm taking the time for it

spicy food or mild food: spicy

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: christmas is the only thing we celebrate (not christian tho)

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: too hot?

if you could have a superpower, what would it be: time travel, I need to see tøp again PLEASE... also sometimes I just need a little time to rest yk?

animation or live action: live action?

paragon or renegade: ?

baths or showers: baths

team cap or team ironman: iron man but only cause I find Steve annoying... if it would be ironman vs sam then prob sam

fantasy or sci-fi: idk

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: our brains are sick but thats okay, you miss every opportunity you don't take, the sun will rise and we will try again

youtube or netflix: phew idk... if I actually like the movies/series on there then netflix but YouTube for the quick fix

harry potter or percy jackson: Percy jackson all the way (fuck jkr also)

when do you feel accomplished: when I finish shit ive been meaning to do

star wars or star trek: never watched either

paperback books or hardcover books: paperback

to live in a world without literature or without music?: without literature

who was the last person to make you laugh? uhm probably one of my friends?

city or countryside? city (but small city please)

favorite chips? chili

pants or dresses? pants

libraries or museums? idk

character driven stories or plot driven stories? plot

bookmarks or folding pages? bookmarks

Dream job? (added by foxpaws10): neurobiologist

What gives you comfort? (added by Jxstnn) phew... uhm... my bed after some time away... also my mom

What are you currently having brain-rot levels of interest over? (added by ace0clubs) josh dun (my babyboyyyy I need to own you like a Pokemon)

favourite season? (added by dasloddl) late spring/summer

[l-llavellans]

Not sure if you're taking asks, so no pressure to answer these, but if you want: 5, 6 and 31 from the character development asks for Liam? (But, if you feel like it, I'd also love to hear more about your Tina-mancing detective ^^)

hello seren!!! thank you for asking!!! ive been hashing some of these out in my liam doc this week but i love talking about this idiot so im glad you asked!! 🫶🫶

this got long and probably doesn’t make any sense so im gonna put it under the cut lol

5: On an average day, what can be found in your character's pockets?

normally liam’s pockets have pretty basic stuff in them: keys, wallet, phone, etc.

probably a little stash of peppermints or hard candy or something too to quell his sweet tooth but they never last long lol

he’s got some special things in his wallet though, like his 6 year sobriety key tag, a picture of him and tina, and one of rook’s old guitar picks!

i also like to think he’s got a little pair of earplugs thrown in there every so often when he knows he and mason will be together or out in public just in case he needs them ! (he’ll deny bringing them for mason and say he just so happened to have them…idiot)

6: Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

he’s a chronic insomniac on sleeping meds and if you’ve ever taken anything to help you sleep you know that shit gives you CRAZY dreams so i imagine there’s all kinds of weird stuff happening in his dreams 😅

before everything in the books started he was more likely to dream about being somewhere like in the woods he loves or lost in a crowd in the city or traveling - somewhere he feels free, because he feels very tied down to wayhaven and likes to imagine what it would feel like to be somewhere different where he didn’t know anyone and they didn’t know him. (he’s a walking contradiction like that - dreams about being unknown but is actually pretty lonely and hates being by himself)

he also dreams about rook a lot (both before and during the events of the books) but it’s more of a hazy, half baked twist on a real memory that leaves him with feelings and impressions instead of being able to actually recall the dream.

as the books go on though and he gets more and more eaten up with guilt about everything that’s going on, i imagine it’d start bleeding over into his dreams too. he still has nightmares about murphy sometimes, and he feels incredibly at fault for everything that’s happened to everyone (murphy’s victims, the other supernaturals taken by the trappers in book 3, Douglas ((especially douglas)) etc) since then so he sometimes falls into a loop of dreaming about other people in his life that he’s afraid will get hurt because of him too - tina, verda, unit bravo, even rebecca, though he would never admit that.

31: Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

definitely when he’s with the people he loves. i said earlier that liam hates being alone (and being alone with his thoughts) and it shows in the way he’s constantly after a hookup or a party or any place he’s surrounded by a distraction and even though he’s chasing these scenarios to fill that gap, they aren’t what makes him comfortable. he tends to feel the need to get away when he gets stressed which is why he spends so much time in the woods or in the city by himself and even though it helps him to clear his head, there’s always a feeling like there’s something missing. he feels safe and at home when he’s at tina’s for movie night or bringing breakfast over to have with verda and his family or, eventually, sitting on the couch in the living room of the warehouse with unit bravo. he’s a secret softie like that 🤭

i hope these made sense, ive been jotting down thoughts about them in my notes and tried to make them a bit more readable for this post haha but thanks again for asking!! and id love to share more about my tina-mancer i just have to figure out who she is first 😅 ive been finishing my replay for liam and haven’t played her any since so hopefully soon i will post more about her ! she still needs a name though yall give me suggestions im so bad at names.