#just falling over myself in love with this baby boy who deserved better than he got
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Good Luck, Babe!
Harry Styles x Fem!reader
Summery: Harry could run around the world in search of a replacement to fill the void that you left, but heâs better off coming to terms with the fact that heâd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.
Iâm okay knowing I wonât ever get to call my future lover my high school sweetheart. Itâs hard to stay committed to someone for decades as an adult, let alone at sixteen. But it pulls at my heart strings just to know little me would be so devastated knowing the boy who used to string up fairy lights and scribble on big bubbles letters on poster boards for our prom decided I was too boring for his massive life and left once the glitter from all the glamour of fame got in his eyes.
Itâs funny to think about, ten years thrown away forever because my stable life wasnât worth living when he could offer me anything I could ever dream of. God forbid I want to settle down with some little ones to teach nothing but love in a world where everyone can only ever teach their children hate. God forbid I wanted that with him.
No, my dreams were stupid compared to those of his own. Children mean nothing to him if heâs not taking home another award for his excellence. Settling down is a laughable dream, how could I expect him to ever even try when it seemed like with every single chance to start trying he was at a new peak in his career.
When I left him, he didnât even look sad. Not even when I turned to face him as I walked out of our front door with all my things stuffed in a bag slung over my arm. He looked distant, sure, but not sad and that made me sad, for me but mainly for him.
Three years ago if I had even shown signs of unhappiness he would have stopped the world to fix our issues, ironed it all out real nice to make sure that I never felt that feeling again. Now I could beg on my knees pleading for him to hear me and my cries would fall on deaf ears.
But I donât regret leaving him in the end. It hurt at first, leaving behind all I ever knew, letting him go after I wasted away all my youth on him, but life goes on and my heart would heal the longer we were apart.
Occasionally he would reach out, letters with the same swooping letters that I recognized as his own handwriting, the same writing that once wrote me love letters, all addressed to me with the hopes of meeting up.
But I knew myself better than that, I knew Harry better than that. If I met him, even only for coffee our night would end with me back in his arms and his head between my legs. We werenât ever meant to split, but then again no one whoâs ever felt the same kind of love like young kids is ever made to walk away from something so sweet.
I was better for it, between each letter there was a new girl. A model who resembled me in the most vague ways. I wondered all the time if he ever accidentally called any of them my name. If he chose them with my eye color so when he looked into their eyes he could see mine for just a second. It felt like each week he was caught leaving some bar with some other girl, someone elseâs lipstick staining his jaw.
I got over him slowly, never fully, but enough to love again. I had room to give once more and enough strength left to keep fighting for the love I deserved. I earned the right to be able to hold someone who would call me âbabyâ with pride, without the slightest hesitation or embarrassment.
Harry could kiss a hundred girls and boys in bars, drink away his twenties and sing to his fans across the world, and I would be here chasing my own dreams. After all, he always needed the spotlight, he lived for it. All I needed was a little love, and somehow in his search for glory, he lost any kind of that he had and I had found it again.
I saw Harry a couple years later, the small bar in Brooklyn with the good music and sweaty bodies. He looked good, he always did. His hair looked a little grey and I must admit, I almost drooled, but looks were the only attraction I would ever feel for him. Emotionally, I was cut off, even when he leaned up close and pressed me into a bone crushing hug.
With a cool smile on his face he asked me confidently what I was doing here and how Iâd been. I told him a friend of a friend had invited me along to come celebrate an old friendâs birthday, that I didnât really want to drink tonight and was just trying to enjoy myself.
I could see his hesitation when an arm slung itself over my shoulders, curly brown hair tickling my cheek and a kind smile flashing towards him and somehow in our conversation, I forgot the most important update in my life, one Iâd make sure heâd never forget.
âWhoâs this?â He asked kindly, ready to introduce himself even though we were all well aware everyone in the room knew him by name.
âOh, Harry, how rude of me!â I laughed at the time, but Iâm still not sure if he could hear it over the music. I hope he did, because it would have been the last time he would hear it.
âHarry, this is my girlfriend.â
#harry styles x reader#harry styles x y/n#harry styles x you#harry styles imagine#harry styles fluff#harry styles angst#yn x harry#harry x reader#harrystyles#harr
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Gonna make a list of characters that are so painfully little coded everything in my brain just goes âbabyâ whenever I watch them. Plus one caregiver. (And one real dude which feels kinda rude since heâs just like. A guy. Living his life. So you can ignore that one. But I wanted to point it out.)
Lloyd from Lego ninjago. Dude. Canon family trauma + canon forced to end his childhood early. Prime agere material. There are so many good fics of little Lloyd just littling. Heâs tiny boi. So baby. So perfect.
Cole from Lego ninjago. He is. So caregiver built. I think it hurts to watch sometimes. So gentle so sweet. Get this man a child or a little or something to care for I swear. He just needs to parent. Itâs in his blood and carved into his bones.
Branch from trolls. Yaâll did you watch movie 3? The family trauma times two. The way he uses a pacifier to lock in. Someone was straight up weaving that into the fabric of his being as a character. Heâs not little coded heâs little written. Plus in the show he has a little stuffie named Croco and I love that for him. Thereâs also some good agere Branch fics, but not enough. I need more. Pwease. He is so smol and so grumpy just everyone write him as the baby boi he deserves to be I beg.
Spider-Man but specifically for ultimate Spider-Man (btw if anyoneâs looking for good regression shows and you fall around like 5-10 itâs a very good show because itâs long and has a good mix of humor and that show is my jam dude when Iâm big and little). But anyone. Ultimate Spider-Mans Spider-Man is so stressed all of the time. He is just a teen. And heâs handling so many unruly teens. And in the later seasons when heâs handling the entirety of shield while being worried about nova. Give the boy a break and let someone take care of him. Heâs both little and caregiver coded btw. I adore the fics where everyone calls him daddy longlegs because that is straight up what the last season is. Just him being a father to all these troubled ass powered teenagers while being so troubled himself. But then heâs also so little. He pouts and needs so much love and heâs scared all of the time and he is traumatized and then that one ep where that got turned into those weird chibi things the show tried to convince us were children I want to believe awakened something in him and he is now little sometimes.
Ian Hecox. Listen. I am aware that he is just a dude. Like a real guy. Who cannot be coded because he just exists. But I see. So much of myself in him. It kind of makes a part of my heart hurt that no one like every really seriously criticizes his more childish behavior (even for the bit on a YouTube video) because it makes me feel better about the small ways I slip in public or with my friends sometimes. Thereâs literally âeveryone babying Ian hecoxâ comps online. His habit of saying scawed or newvous is unironically a blessing and curse since now all my friends who also watch Smosh do it so itâs not weird if I do it but then sometimes I have to pause and be like âis this for the bit or am I slipping right now. Both? Neither?â That one tntl (#91) where they did the blind pairs (btw one of the funniest ones ever in my opinion absolute hall of famer, the fish one, burning the pool, mâlei, all incredible bits. Itâs like. The video I show people to try to get them into Smosh.) and Ian puts on overalls and walks out with an Elmo and is like âIâm fiveâ and then after the bit is over he stays in character and when heâs like âelmoâŚâ and damien is like âyeah bud I made sure to miss him with the spitâ and then Ian drags the toy through he spit and everyone in the room is just like âaww manâ like everyone is truly just like Ian dude you got your stuffed animal wet. Also Anthony being able to fully pick Ian up and carry him multiple ways. If you watch the behind the scenes for the my best friend is dead video Anthony 1. Is pumped to pick Ian up. 2. Does a baby cradle with Ian more than successfully. 3. Says âI got you budâ when Ian gets nervous and Ian goes âokâ in this tiny little voice and instantly relaxes. 4. When Anthony puts Ian down Ian follows him making grabby hands and says âI want uppiesâ. More little Ian caregiver Anthony fics when. Except not really because again donât really want to put any of this on real people just doing comedic bits that I happen to feel in my soul a bit too much.
And finally, Max thunderman. I mean. Just watch the show. The pouts. The frequent fake sobbing and sniffling. The fact that he needs a childhood back after Phoebe was put on a pedestal. Someone give me soft thundertwins fic where max is a little and Phoebe is a cargegiver please I need it. And I am. So bad at writing. I would love you forever and ever if you did.
#ianthony#ian hecox#smosh#anthony padilla#sfw age regression#age regression#lego ninjago#ninjago lloyd#lloyd garmadon#max thunderman#trolls branch#trolls#ninjago cole
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hi pookie wookie ilysm đ
congratz on the milestone you deserve it.
I AM HERE FOR A MATCH UP POOKIE no pressure tho
Im on anon but Im sure you can figure out who I am so it don't really matter but I gotta keep ya on ya toes đ¤
Personality: You know me sooooo well tbh, Introverted as hell, I gotta a dog. I do art, and listen to music really. music is lifeee iykyk. I can yap a lot when Im finally comfy with people Im around. Im just a girl yk I get shy or whatvr.
Fandoms: jjk, l&ds, DS, and tokrev
Trope: childhood friends to lovers, and love are first sight are the two that I simple adore the most.
Whatâs your Type: someone who is a bit more out there than myself, but also shares the same interests as myself. I wanna be able to paint with them or even sharing playlists/song that remind me of my partner. Someone who could burn the world for me but is actually really sweet yk? like dress how you want I can fight.
Favorites: Megumi, Yuji, Yuta, Inumaki, Rafayel, Xavier, Shinazugawa brothers, tengen, Haitani brothers, Haruchiyo, Hanma
âź Icks: FUCKING KISAKI DO NOT đŤ.
Hi there my pookie wookie bear ( ËśË ÂłË(ËáË)!⥠I know exactly who this is but I will let you keep your anonymity if that is what you desire my love. Thank you for the congratulations and for taking part in this event I adore you! That being said, let's do the damn thing!
First I match you with Rafayel from Love & Deepspace!
â¤âĄâ Rafayel is so dramatic, you better be able to deal with his sass. Heâs such a grump. But only because of how dearly he loves you. He has waited for you time and time again and he will stop at nothing to make you fall for him over and over again. Even if its through hearing your laughter at his dramatics.
â¤âĄâ You have a dog? Yeah, Rafayel is jealous of the baby doggie. If he feels you are giving more of your attention to your pet he throws himself on the bed next to you, huffing dramatically until your focus was on him. âOh no donât mind me Iâm just over here dying from the lack of love and affection. Please go back to what you were doing, Iâm not a good boy or anything.â He huffs, his cheeks puffed out in a pout. Yeah, heâs so dramatic its insane.
â¤âĄâ This man is so devoted to you, he will never miss an opportunity to spend time with you. Despite the way he behaves he is very emotionally intelligent. Rafayel is very in tune with your emotions, he always seems to know when you're not feeling your best. And he is fully prepared to do whatever he can t see you smile again. (Or handle anyone who dared make you feel lesser than.)
â¤âĄâ His love languages definitely strikes me as quality time and physical touch. Rafayel needs to have his hands on you at all times. Not even remotely in a sexual way. He is perfectly content so long as he can feel your hand in his, kissing the backs of your knuckles occasionally. Or even listening to the music you had curated for him in a playlist as you both painted in his studio. He just wanted to be around you at all times, so long as he was in your proximity he was happy.
Rafayel snorted as you bustled around his studio, setting up for some trend you had seen online. Rafael loved that you shared his love for art, nothing made him happier than sharing his passion with the woman he was most passionate about. He followed your instructions, sitting down at the table across from you. You explained the premise of the activity. You both would start with a canvas, swapping in intervals of five minutes to add elements to each piece. By the end of it you would have two pieces of collaborative art that you both created together. His heart soared at the idea. Knowing he would have two pieces of art you both created from start to finish together made him fall even more in love with you. He was already picturing the perfect sport for them in his gallery, he might even attend the next exhibition to boast about the pieces. But this was Rafayel it wouldnât be him if he didnât tease you just a bit. Resting his cheek in his palm as he looked at you from across the table.
âFive minutes? You can't put a timer on my artistic perfection, starfish.â He said dramatically, putting a hand to his chest to emphasize his words. âOh?â He heard you coo. âIs that what you call it? Or are you scared my additions will be better than yours, hm?â He gasped, crossing his arms, furrowing his brows with a pout on his lips. He sucked his teeth, making a tsking sound. âWhat-ev-er.â He punctuated each syllable to add to his dramatics. Eyes now alight with determination, prepared to make these the best creations he had ever made, just to make you swallow your words. The next two hours were met with rounds of smack-talking exchanged through giggles and refusals to let Rafayel steal kisses (a clear ruse to let his eyes wander to what you were doing in that round).
When you were both done he had hung them to dry eyes wandering over the canvases. The knowledge that you had both made your contributions to each piece made this feel so intimate, so special. It made him feel so in love, so moved. Unable to help himself. He turned to you, his hand cupping the back of your neck. Lips hovering over your own. âI love you, my beloved bride.â The age-old nickname fell from his lips before he could realize it, silencing any questions you could have about the meaning of his words by connecting his lips with yours. Rafayel has loved you countless times, in countless lifetimes, and over and over again he would make you his wife. And this one was no exception.
â¤âĄâ Oh GOD Megumi just SCREAMS childhood best friends to lovers to me Iâm so sorry! Like being like Shokoâs little sister, raised right beside Megumi within the walls of Jujutsu Tech. The two of you growing and training together. You definitely had a backyard wedding at like five and you bring it up all the time cause he gets so flustered. DHBSDICHF
â¤âĄâ Please be patient with Megumi the poor boy is emotionally constipated and absolutely HOPELESS. He tries so hard to keep it from seeming like he cares, but he is so in love with you its actually insane. He would risk his life time and time again just if it meant youâd be safe.
â¤âĄâ Megumi gets JEALOUS he pretends like he couldnât care less but hearing you speak with Inumaki, fully fluent in his ingredient speech, just know he is seething. He knows you can be a bit reserved at first but seeing you talking so freely and laughing with him makes the ugly green monster rear his head. Heâs gonna give you the silent treatment, heâs so dramatic in a relationship I just know it.
â¤âĄâFormation B was definitely started by you and Gojo. A thousand percent it was. I feel like Gojo knew about your feelings before Megumi did, and oh boy did our favorite blue-eyed meddler try and fail so long to play match maker. (Def cried and was so dramatic about you two getting together, I love him sm).
Panic consumed Megumiâs entire being, Nueâs wings couldnât carry you both fast enough back within the walls of Jujutsu Tech. It had all happened so fast. It was just supposed to be a grade two curse, something the both of you would be able to handle with your eyes closed. But a special grade had appeared out of nowhere, he watched helplessly as you were attacked. Tears stung his eyes as he landed, collecting you in his arms. âDonât you dare close your eyes, stay with me.â He begs, rushing as fast as his feet would carry him to the hospital wing where Shoko was. He watched with bated breaths as you were taken from his arms. Neither of you capable of reversed cursed technique, this was bad. This was so very bad. Megumi wasnât very forthcoming with his feelings, often hiding behind his stoic persona. He never told you he loved you, what if he lost you? What if you slipped from his fingers before he could tell you how he felt?
The next hours were torturous, he all but leaped from his seat as Shoko emerged. He heaved a sigh of relief to hear you were stable, that you had pulled through. He didnât leave your side, ignoring Gojo and Itadoriâs pleas with him to sleep in his own bed, to eat something. He couldnât stomach the idea, couldnât bring himself to leave your side. He was sat in a chair next to your bed eyes drooping as he struggled to stay awake. Though he felt like he was doused with ice-cold water as he heard you groan, your eyes finally fluttering open. His body moved quickly, scrambling to your form, careful not to harm any of your injuries. He was careful when he cupped your cheeks, tears falling once more as he called out your name in a mix of shock and relief, head coming to rest in your chest as he sobbed. He didnât care, couldnât be bothered to push his emotions down.
âMoonlight, almost made me a single dad, you assâ. He joked through sobs trying his damnedest to relieve some of the tension that filled the room like a heavy fog. You had always claimed that his divine dogs were your children, heâd give you the satisfaction elated to hear your voice once more. His ears perked up when you let out a soft laugh at his words, frowning seeing you wincing a bit as you spoke. âI could never leave you and our babies all alone itâll take more than that to get rid of me.â Your words put him at ease more than you know, he couldnât control himself any longer, however. He almost lost you, he couldnât live another moment without letting you know how he felt. His lips met yours before you knew what was happening. His hand gently cupping the back of your neck as he deepened the embrace. He pulled from you, pressing his forehead against your own, eyes boring into your own.
âI love you, I love everything about you. I love your smile, I love your laugh, I love how you always know when I need you most, I love that you always know just what to say, I love your devotion, I love the way you're willing to lay your life on the line for your friends. I can't imagine another moment going by without telling you. I spent so long keeping it to myself but I will use the last breath in my lungs to tell you how much I love you. Its always only ever been you, so please donât leave me. I cant bear to live in a world that your arenât in.â He huffs his heart sinking when he hears your laughter, bracing himself for rejection. âI love you too silly Gumi-Bear. Took you long enough, I thought I was going to have to do it for you.â In that moment he couldnât help but join in on your laughter heart soaring at finally being able to call you his.
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FF7 REBIRTH SPOILERS ft. Some of my thoughts on the Golden Saucer Dates >:))))))
I will proclaim which one is my favourite
warning: i hate dates. therefore all my opinions on the following, and my final verdict, are correct. good day.
Alone
Cloud's lonely gold saucer outing, when he comes across Jessie's picture and he tells her, "Hey, still waiting for that pizza" with the most saddest eyes ever.... be still my weeping heart
Also I love how he acknowledges that the skywheel is a couple's thing, then proceeds to board it anyway đ it'd be nice to see the whole thing by yourself though (<- i am an introvert what more can i say)
Tifa
Tifa's little spiel about wanting to make friends always hits me like a tonne of bricks, everything she says is FUEL TO MY STUPID AUs... WOMAN <33333
When they Jessie's picture and Tifa talks about Jessie saved her.... oh... oh my heart. i cannot take this anymore
WHEN THE FIREWORKS GO OFF AND THE COLOURS OF THEIR EYES BRIGHTEN,,, AND THEN HUG JUMPSCARE,,,, AND THEN KISS !!!!!!!! oughhh,,,, it's so good,,,,,,, everything is so perfect about the scene they are just. everything
Aerith
NAHHH THE DISRESPECT MY MAN HAD BY SITTING OPPOSITE TO MY GIRL.... HOW RUDE. Aerith deserved to spin the carriage around until Cloud spits out all the mako in him
RAGH when the laser show had them crashing into each other and they just sit down defeated next to each other.... it was so funny,,,, task failed successfully
WHEN CLOUD REACHED OVER TO HOLD HIS HAND IN AERITH'S.... THAT MAKES THE ENDING HIT SO MUCH HARDER. NO ONE TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN
Yuffie
In my mind Yuffie seems like she's 12 (i know she's 16 or so do NOT come at me) so the date is really just Cloud babysitting her and honestly it went just as I expected: adorably :''3 Yuffie speaking for the both of them, so real of her
"I swear Cloud, it's like you're destined to be surrounded by smoking hot chicks" [strikes a pose] and Cloud laughing like yeah, you're a little silly Yuffie
GIRL WAS DOING JUMPING JACKS WHILE WAITING FOR CLOUD TO HAND OVER THE SKYWHEEL TICKETS AJSHSHSL
WHEN SHE STARTS TALKING ABOUT ZACK... AND THEN SHE CATCHES CLOUD LAUGHING AT HER LATER AND SHE SIH-SIH-HAH'S HIM.... AND HE PLAYS ALONG TOO.... be still my screaming heart,,, the boy is embodying Zack in more ways than one
Barret
"Well, well, I wake baby from his nap?" if this were said to me I would immediately leave and mess up Barret's bed. let's see who gets better sleep after that
Anyways I'm forever in love with how, between the two of them, money jokes are their form of love. like that gets to me you know
BARRET'S "IN-KWEH-DIBLE" WILL FOREVER BE SEARED INTO MY BRAIN BY THE WAY. HE SOUNDS SO DELIGHTED AT SAYING THAT. I'M CHERISH IT FOREVER
Red XIII
"I already have the tickets, but look at me... there's no way I'm getting in by myself" dude look at you HOW DID YOU GET THE TICKETS
Red and Cloud are just having a guy's night, it's just so lit, I love it so much they are just good bros and no I'm not tearing up :''3
The two shaking hands is also so incredibly touching to me... they are just little guys!!! and then the "They ARE soft!" from Cloud,,, perfect timing my guy !!!!
Cait, Vincent, and Cid
ALL THREE OF THEM STANDING OUTSIDE THE DOOR HAD ME CACKLING BECAUSE. THE IMPLICATIONS OF HOW ALL THREE OF THEM DECIDED TO RECRUIT CLOUD INTO THEIR GUY'S NIGHT??? well maybe not all three, Vincent being Vincent was probably coerced into it, and Cid just wanted to tag along. The culprit of this outing was-
Vincent falling asleep is incredibly in character and relatable. return this man to his coffin. two decades of sleeping is not enough.
Cait pulling his hairs out is fucking sending me, poor lad
AND NOW... THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.... WHICH DATE WAS BEST???
Vincent, Cait and Cid. boys' night. it's an automatic win
jk but I loved Clerith's date the most... maybe it is because I follow tragedy and it follows me, but while the Clofi date is Canon, the Clerith date is so tender, and it really signals to me the could-have-been's. and i love the could-have-been's ykyk
okay bye
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Jessâ Top 22 of 2022
I decided to do a fic rec list of my 22 top fics that I read in 2022, from lots of different ships and fandoms. Weâre here to celebrate the effort that fellow writers put into creating magic for us all, fanfiction is such a massive part of my life and I think it deserves to have a spotlight shone on itâs greatness.Â
[I limited myself to 1 fic/series per author, which was more of a challenge than I thought it would be đ]
So in no particular order and without further ado...
Bring Him to His Knees - 245k+, Dramione, E Rated
Draco is on the case of a murderer, but to investigate, he needs a fake relationship - and a kink club play partner. When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them are acting.
Solntse - 60k+, Wolfstar, E Rated
Sirius, a young Russian billionaire hires Remus, who is working part time as a call boy to make ends meet. Things happen, feelings occur.
Did You Miss Me - 640k+, Wolfstar & Jily, E Rated
Though the new boy at Hogwarts University, James Potter, appears to be an adorable himbo with deep pockets, Remus Lupin and his friends instead find a horrifically dark past on Google. Did he really attack that boy and leave him for dead? Why won't he talk about his mysterious childhood best friend, "Pups"? Would it kill him to stop messing with his hair?
At least Remus got his phone back after losing it, but now he can't stop texting the mysterious number of the man who had sent it back. Padfoot is funny and charming, and Remus is NOT going to fall in love with him.
The PB to my J [AKA the one that converted Jess into a Wolfstar writer] - 270k+, Wolfstar, E RatedÂ
A Modern AU Marauders texting with prose fic set at University.
Mainly Wolfstar - Will they? Wonât they? (They obviously will...) And a little bit of Jily too.
A Second Look - 120k+, Dramione, M Rated
Her best friend's life was a mess and she would have done anything to make things better for him and his sons. So, when she found her former enemy in a similar situation her heart went out to him as well... and the beautiful blond baby in his arms didn't hurt his case. It was certainly enough for her to give him a second look.
oh, Iâm gonna let the future in - 40k+, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Potter, T Rated
Al doesnât know what heâs doing. Not just with the new apartment, but with his life in general, and it doesn't help that his family quietly looks down on him. It feels as if theyâre always waiting for him to do something spectacular, but without actually expecting it of him. Theyâve given up on expecting anything of him.
Al only speaks English, and he sings in the shower, badly. He likes tea, and he cleans when heâs stressed. He sees a therapist. He has a total of two friends, and one of them is his cousin. He isnât smart; heâs simple.
He wishes that could be enough.
Brooklyn Heights Books - 180k+, Stucky, E Rated
A man wearing a light denim jacket over a dark blue shirt came into the shop, a box tucked under his right arm. Despite it being late afternoon, he was wearing sunglasses with bright blue lenses, and his long, dark hair was pulled back in a messy little bun. A few strands had escaped, framing his strong, unshaven jawline. The man looked into the cafĂŠ, smiled widely, and waved in Clintâs direction as he kept walking into the bookstore, and Steveâs mouth went completely dry.
Beautiful, was the only word to describe that smile; straight, white teeth framed by full, lush, red lips, bracketed by laugh lines and an adorable dimple in his right cheek, a charming little chin cleft just visible under the light stubbleâSteve was struck literally speechless. And that was before he got a glimpse of the manâs backside. Slim hips and a round, firm-looking ass led to long, lean legs that were encased in snug, dark blue jeans.
âGuh,â Steve said, watching the dark-haired man continue on to the back of the store.
âtis the damn season - 70k+, Wolfstar, T Rated
âWhere are you going?â
Remus turns. Sirius looks delightful; wine-flush and December drizzle painting his pale, pretty face the deepest carmine red. His spindly hands are twiddling at his front, as if he doesnât know quite what to do with them. He sniffs, and exhales corporeal ice that sends a shiver running down Remusâ spine. Heâs not sure if itâs from the cold or the alcohol or⌠something else.
Clean - 115k+, Dramione, M Rated
Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. "You'll find I'm very surprising."Â
Second Generation - 45k+, Wolfstar, E Rated
Remus Lupin and Sirius Black spent their late teens in a happy haze of sex, troublemaking, and playing in their band, but break up in college. But when their respective children get in trouble together more than 20 years later, Remus and Sirius find themselves at odds with their very different parenting styles and dealing with a spark that was never quite extinguished.
Dreamers - 45k+, Wolfstar, M Rated
In which Sirius did twelve years and meets Remus on a creative writing workshop.
The Searching Ceremonies - 580k+, Sterek, M Rated
Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....
Quid Pro Quo - 105k+, Darklina, E Rated
The Slow Burn Breeding Kink Political AU
Cannibals - 20k+, Darklina, E Rated
It was very brief, the affair Alina Starkov had with her father.
Or: The Father-Daughter Incest AU
no shelter but mine - 65k+, Darklina, E Rated
âIf youâre so worried about your daughter then why are you wasting your time yelling at me instead of caring for her?â
He stills. His fists clench, just once, and she can see the muscles in his jaw working, like it is taking him every ounce of will not to unhinge it, lean across the counter, and rip out her throat with his teeth.
Then he turns, without a word, and storms out the door, the tails of his black coat flying behind him like a cloak. Aleksander is in need of a nanny for his six-month-old daughter. As it so happens, Alina is the only person she likes.
Action - 20k+, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, E Rated
Jaimeâs a famous action hero. Brienne is the stunt coordinator on his latest movie. Sheâs hated him since the moment they met, and the feeling is mutual. But there are ways to work out their aggression.
Lost & Found - 95k+, Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, E Rated
When she realizes the husband she knew had departed, and she now had cold & hard mobster in his place, Sansa fakes her death and starts a new life in Wales.
And then Jon finds her.
It gets so hard to breathe (when youâre looking at me) - 57k+, Wolfstar, E Rated
When Sirius turns up at Remus' flat after the events at the Triwizard Tournament, he doesn't expect to find himself sharing a bed with Remus. Or getting so intimately involved in his life. Or to find out that they're mates and Remus wants nothing more than to push him up against the wall and make him forget his own name.
Or to feel so very complete.
But Sirius isn't complaining. Not one bit.
The Playerâs Secret - 50k+, Wolfstar, M Rated
âSo whatâs he like? Full of it? Arrogant?â
âYes,â he says, because he thinks that is a fair assessment. Sirius Black is full of it. He is arrogant. Heâs also entitled and needy and smug. Heâs talented, reckless, moody, selfish, childish, charming and sweet, and a million different other things Remus is trying to wrap his head around.
Sirius Black is hard work.
Remus Lupin is a successful documentary filmmaker who is assigned to make a fly-on-the-wall documentary featuring Sirius Black - one of the world's most brilliant footballers - as he competes in the European Championship.
All does not go smoothly.
The Same Way I Like My Coffee - 35k+, Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, M Rated
Sansa Stark always liked her coffee hot and sweet. She finally found a guy that makes the sentence "I like my men the same way I like my coffee" real to her.
Jon snow has no right to be that hot.
Or: Sansa opens the coffee shop of her dreams, makes great friends and meets an unbelievably hot Jon Snow.
donât pout, darling - 70k+, Dramione, E Rated
"when's the last time you let someone take care of you?"
"no one's ever wanted to," her whisper is delicate, sharp like porcelain glass, the edges raw and tender. she is sugar-soft, a little thing tucked into his chest, ears pressed against the heart that beats for her.
"i'll take care of you, i'm always going to take care of you," he cooed. âyou're my sweet girl, my baby.â
or: a modern au ddlg fic
when we kiss: mmmm, fire - 39k+, Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, E Rated
Sansa might be seeing someone casually, but thanks to Arya, Robb, and Theon, itâs Jon whoâs got the inside track on how to get Sansa to take him seriously.
aka: the one where jon finds out that sansa has a daddy kink, and he uses it to seduce her away from the dating scene and into his arms, heeeey-oh!
#fic recs#wolfstar#stucky#darklina#dramione#wolfstar fic recs#Jess recs fics#wolfstar fanfiction#jon snow x sansa stark
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.... and you're NOT gonna tell us about the Shadowgast Playlist? Please đŤ´, hand it over.
I said in my original post this was my toxic trait... nonetheless I am SO glad someone took the bait đ
I'm not going to post the link because I value my spotify privacy and also I have an embarrassing username that no one needs to know about. However, since you asked nicely (and let's be honest, I wasn't expecting anyone to care! so thank you!), I will share ⨠my personal top 5 shadowgast songs ⨠with a bit of context for each.
If you're just here to roast my music taste, bear in mind... I said toxic trait. Proceed at your own risk.
1. Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce
"If I could make days last forever / If words could make wishes come true / I'd save every day like a treasure and then / Again, I would spend them with you..."
This one has two meaning imo: first, early-campaign Caleb wishing he could change the past to save his parents' lives; later, Essek wishing he had more time to spend with Caleb. The original version is beautiful, but there is also a cover by Yungblud (yes, it's on the Hobbs & Shaw soundtrack) that's badass but a very different vibe.
2. Lilith by Halsey
"I'm perfection when it comes to first impressions / I romanticize and then I get to stressing / Big brain like I'm teaching at a lesson / Baby, it's a blessing..."
Every time this song comes on I legit yell ESSEK ANTHEM! because it is. This is the Hot Villain theme song. The beat is so sexy. The lyrics are on point ("I am disgusting / I've been corrupted / And by now I don't need not help to be destructive"). The vibes are just immaculate.
3. No Halo by Brockhampton
"Went to church for the hell of it, stumbled in drunk as shit / Been going through it again / Been talking to myself, wondering who I am / Been thinking I am better than Him..."
Look. I could write an entire essay about this one song. Wizard hubris, depression, and the crisis of faith Essek goes through when the Nein find out about his betrayal. Also, for those who theorize Essek is the unwilling chosen of the Luxon - he could, in fact, be "God's special mess".
4. X&Y by Coldplay
"I dive in at the deep end / You become my best friend / I want to love you but I don't know if I can / I know something is broken / And I'm trying to fix it / Trying to repair it / Any way I can..."
Two characters who both think they are terrible people that don't deserve love, trying to be better and trying to better each other? And they fall in love? And they're narrative foils? No one is doing it like them! (Plus the chorus "You and me are drifting into outer space" just screams ~wizards in the star room~.)
5. All The Stars by Kendrick Lamar feat. SZA (album version)
"Tell me what you gon' do to me / Confrontation ain't nothing new to me / You can bring a bullet, bring a sword, bring a morgue / But you can't bring the truth to me..."
I don't know how this song manages to be both broody and uplifting at the same time, but it is and it's perfection. It's the grimness of reality and the hope for the future, the refrain of "All the stars are closer" symbolizing all the possibilities that are now within reach.
And oh boy, I don't have time to write about the whole playlist but if you've made it this far, here are some bonus mini listicles because this is my Roman Empire đ
Entire playlist of just shadowgast-coded Hozier songs:
Arsonist's Lullabye
In The Woods Somewhere
De Selby (pt. 2)
Someone New
Like Real People Do
Moment's Silence
From Eden
All My Homies Hate Trent Ikithon songs:
Heathens by Twenty One Pilots
Eat Your Young by Hozier
Buzzkill by Mothica
Another Brick In The Wall, pt. II by Pink Floyd
My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark by Fall Out Boy
Other ships? In my shadowgast playlist? It's more likely than you think:
The Cave by Mumford & Sons (widobrave)
Cringe by Matt Maeson (widojest)
Tessellate by alt-J (blumendrei)
EDM wizard songs if you're into that sort of thing (I am):
Time Stops by Virtual Riot
I'd Love To Change The World (Matstubs Remix) by Jetta
I Could Be Anything by the Glitch Mob feat. Elohim
New Eyes by Echos
Keep in mind this is just a handful of songs out of like a hundred, so I welcome you to give me the benefit of the doubt and fill in the rest of the playlist in your mind with whatever makes me seem cool to you.
Thank you for coming to my ted talk, I am sorry it took me four days to write this... đ
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The Blood Within Us Chapter 20
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader
Summary: Will the reader do whatever it takes to protect the ones she loves when tragedy hits the Wayne family? How far will the truth be tested when she realizes sheâs not the only one with secrets of her own?
a/n: this is the final chapter for this storyline. Thank you to everyone who has read this!
You stared down at the ground, hugging yourself in your coat as the weather started to creep on you.
You know itâs hard coming here on holidays, as your hand tightly holds onto a bouquet of flowers:
Lilies.
âI wish you could have seen her. Bruce says she looks like an exact copy of me, but I see so much of Bruce too. Is that how you felt when you have a baby of your own? Seeing two people in one tiny person?â
You laugh a bit, thinking of Bruce who has been staying up all night taking care of your daughter. He hasnât left her side, too afraid of leaving.
âHeâs at the car right now taking care of her, swearing she needs 10 coats to wear. Barely a month old and she already has him twirled around her finger.â
You bend down and place the flowers on the tombstone. You inhale deeply as you tear up a bit. A hand snakes on your waist, bringing you closer to him. You hug your husband as he held your daughter close to his chest.
âMom, Dad⌠This is Lilith Robin, your granddaughter.â Bruce said as Lily stirred in her sleep. Soon, all your sons and Alfred joined you. It was a tradition to visit Bruceâs parents every Christmas. You could imagine theyâd be proud of their son who truly changed for the better.
Soon, all of the boys start to walk toward one of the cars.
Tim opens his phone to see the news article about Maroni, now serving a life sentence in Gothamâs prison. Tim was surprised that Maroni hadnât exposed Bruceâs identity to the world, but that might have to do with Dick and Jason. The younger brothers donât know what their older brothers said to him, but they knew Maroni was scared shitless. All Jason could say is that Dick allegedly broke Maroniâs nose.
You hold onto Bruceâs arm as he held your daughter as you start walking to your own car with Alfred. Bruce hasnât said much today as something was bothering him.
âAlfred, could you take Lily for a moment?â You ask, pausing your walk. Alfred nods his head and takes her away to the warm car. You could see how Bruce doesnât want her too far but at least sheâs with her grandfather.
You guide Bruce to a bench nearby and both sat down, snow falling down on you two. You tuck his grown hair behind his ear, an affection that soothes him. You know you donât need to ask whatâs wrong as he breathes in deeply looking down at his lap.
âWhen you were taken away from me⌠I felt like I stepped into this void of darkness. I was about to tear any man limb by limb. But then I got a taste of my own medicine too.â He looks at you, tears already brimming his eyes.
âBruce⌠I didnât mean for any of this to happen. Please know that I couldnât tell you where I was just so I could get back at you, Iâd never do that. I just had to do this for myself.â
âBut so many things could have happened. Lily wouldnât have-â Bruce choked up as he couldnât even utter the rest of that sentence.
âLily wouldnât have her mother. And I canât imagine a world without you in it.â
Now it was your turn to tear up, as you felt the past guilt creep up on you like a shadow consuming any light in yourself.
âNine months ago, I thought our baby wouldnât have her father. Never have I felt so⌠hopeless. But you know who got me through that pain? Our sons.â Bruce turns to where youâre staring and sees your boys cooing over their sister as Dick now is holding her. They all looked so happy.
You hold onto Bruceâs hand, sitting closer to him.
âOur life isnât an easy one, we faced more strife than humanly possible. There are too many things that weâve regretted in the past and weâre too familiar with staying in it. Our daughter is proof that we can move forward to our future, together. Isnât that something we deserve?â
Bruce takes his hand away from yours, now placing it on your cheek.
âI donât know what I did to deserve you, all the pain I caused to our familyâŚâ he whispers.
âYouâre not the only one who messed up.â a voice calls out.
You two look up, seeing all your sons surrounding you both.
Jason puts his hands in his pocket, a mannerism youâve noticed when he was nervous about something. âI was angry for a long time, especially with you guys. All you ever wanted was to give me a home when I didnât have one to begin with. You guys gave me⌠hope, in a time I wanted vengeance.â
Damian walks forward and sits on the empty seat next to you.
âI was destined to follow the path my grandfather and mother made for me. But you and father made me create my own purpose, my dutyâŚâ
Tim comes out of his hiding as he had his head hung low.
âI thought I had all the answers. And when I couldnât find them, I pushed too far. I had to learn discipline the hard way. I never wanted to hurt anyone, especially you mom.â He says, looking at you teary-eyed.
You immediately got up from your seat and hug your son as he hugs you tighter, still crying.
Lastly, Dick went up with Lily in his arms.
âNever in my imagination had I thought my life would turn out this way. You steered me to the right path to find justice, so you wouldnât let me or any of us turn into you. But weâre all a part of you, Bruce. What did mom say to Tim and Damian about not having the same blood type?â Dick asks, realizing his speech was all over the place.
You snicker as you look at your eldest.
âWe canât change the blood within us.â You said.
Dick gives a small chuckle. âYeah, that.â
You break away from Tim and go up to Bruce as he stood up.
âLike I said again, we need to stop looking back. Itâs time that we look forward, for them.â You said, turning around to see your children. It felt almost a century since Bruce saw them like this: happy.
âFor themâŚâ Bruce repeated after you as he held you closer by your waist, beaming with pride.
Dick then handed his baby sister to his father as it became colder. You all headed to your respected vehicles as Alfred was about to drive you and Bruce to your final destination.
âAre you sure you donât want us to come with you?â Jason asks.
âI think itâs best if me and your father go for now. You boys enjoy the rest of your Christmas, okay?â You said, knowing Dick was going to take his brothers to his apartment to celebrate with the rest of the Titans
Jason then goes up to you and gives you a bone crushing hug.
âLove you, Maâ he murmured.
âLove you more.â You replied back.
You both let go as he walked towards the passenger side, looking back at you, smiling.
âLove you most!â
By then, all the boys rolled down their windows saying goodbye. After waiving goodbye, you settle inside the warm car as you stare down at your daughter who was safely strapped and sleeping.
âAre you ready?â Bruce asks as he sat on the opposite side of Lily.
You nod your head as you look up to your husband.
âYeah, letâs go.â
The drive was a bit long, and you were fiddling with your ring that rested on your finger. Bruce saw and rested his hand inside yours to distract you. You squeeze his hand as you two quietly sat through the entire ride.
Alfred parked the car and opened the door for you as you had Lily in your arms. You and Bruce walked inside of a clinic. The nurse looked up from her desk and smiled at you.
âHello, Mrs. Wayne. He just woke up, we moved him to a comfier room so heâd feel more at ease.â
âThank you.â you said.
Your legs felt like jelly as you walked to the new room. Finally, you arrived at the closed door. You werenât able to even open the door yet.
âHey, let me hold her.â Bruce said.
You turn to him as he reached out for your daughter. He gives you a comforting smile, lightly bouncing her up and down.
âWeâll be out here if you need us.â He said.
You smile back at him as you kiss him. As you pull away, you take a deep breath and walked inside the door.
You stare at the person who sat up in the hospital seat, looking at you.
âHi.â
Harvey looks at you, almost in disbelief.
âHey.â he says, unsure if this was a dream or if his mind was playing tricks on him.
You go up to his bed and sit on a chair beside him.
âHow- how am I here? All I could remember was that you were holding my hand and thenâŚâ Harvey said, closing his eyes as his mind refused to show that his daughter was taken from him once again.
âThe paramedics came just in time before you bled out. Youâve been in and out of consciousness till now.â
He takes a deep breath, lightly rubbing the side of his scarred face as he looked around his room.
âWhy am I here? Shouldnât I be in handcuffs in the Arkham medical wing?â He asks, knowing this room was too clean and radiated warmth.
âThey were informed that you were taken against your will and I was held hostage. But they know you held your end of the bargain so theyâll be giving you parole. Bruce and I found this clinic outside the city for you to continue your treatments if you wished.â You said
âI- I donât deserve this.â He said.
âYes, you do.â Bruceâs voice spoke out.
You both turn to see your husband walking in with your daughter in his arms. You reach out for her as Bruce placed her in your arms. He stands behind your chair as he looks at your father.
âYou risked so much to give your daughter a future, and you continued to fight for her protection. You saved her, Harvey.â
âOf course I did, Iâm⌠Iâm her father.â He says, choking a bit. He never said those words out loud before, and he broke into a grateful smile.
You started tearing up as you got up quickly and hugged him with your free side. Harvey was shocked at first, then hugged you tightly as well. The baby begins to tear up a bit and you both break apart, chuckling.
âGuess she wants to be introduced.â You joked.
âShe?â Harvey asks.
You nod your head, bringing her to his view.
âThis is Lily.â you said as you felt Bruceâs hand on your shoulder, knowing heâs smiling behind you.
Harvey looks at his granddaughter as she stirs in your arms.
âShe looks just like you when you were born.â Harvey whispers.
You cry again as you wipe away your tears.
âIf itâs alright with you, Iâd love you to be in her life⌠to be in our lives.â You said.
Harvey was speechless. You came back into his life angry and lost, and now you wanted to grant him the very thing he wished for every day of his life. But, he remembers the enemies he made and that he doesnât want you being hurt again.
Bruce can sense Harveyâs worries and spoke up.
âI understand how youâre feeling, but everything will turn out alright. You just gotta, hope⌠and trust in the people you surround yourself with.â Bruce then looks down at you and your daughter.
You smile at him then look at your dad with hopeful eyes.
âI- Iâd love nothing more.â Harvey says as you smile estatically.
A knock is heard from the door and see the nurse popping in.
âHello, thereâs another visitor to see Mr. Dent.â she said briefly before retrieving them.
âAnother visitor?â he asks, looking at you two.
âEverything was torn away from you, and you deserve to be happy. So I reached to someone you know, I hope thatâs alright.â
Harvey was about to ask who until the door opened slowly and he gazes at a woman in front of him.
âHello Harvey.â she said in a low tone, seeing the man that she fell in love with.
âGildaâŚâ he said in a whisper as he saw his wife that he has not seen since his accident.
She slowly makes her way to Harveyâs other side.
Harvey whips his head to you âHow did youâŚâ he tries forming a sentence but he was overcome with emotion.
âI wanted to look for her and found her shop outside of Gotham which is not far from here. I told her about me and how youâre here.â You said.
Gilda finally reached to him, thinking this was the last time she had seen her husband in a hospital bed after his first tragedy.
âOh Harvey, if only you would have told me about everything. I could have helped you and her, we could have raised the family we always wanted.â She said, as she was diagnosed infertile early in their marriage.
âIâm so sorry Gilda⌠if only I was stronger man back then.â He says.
She reached out for the sides of his face. He shuddered at his gentle touch, but remained still as he looks at his wife.
âYou were always strong Harvey, thatâs what I loved most about you. I just wished you didnât think that you had to carry the world on your shoulders.â
Harvey broke dwon and wrapped her in a warm embrace, as the two began to cry. You and Bruce felt a bit teary too, seeing this reunion.
Soon, you left the clinic as you planned your next visit with your dad. Alfred drove you all back home.
As Bruce was about to open your side, he could faintly hear music coming from your home. You heard it too, looking to see what was going on. Quickly, you all went inside and your breath got caught in your throat.
You see your home decorated with lights and ribbons. You even see most of the decor dedicated to your heritage. Since Lily was born, you didnât have the time to decorate the house as you wished. As you and Bruce walked into the living room, you see all of your sons decorating the tree, oblivious that you two werenât there.
âJason, thatâs too much tinsel.â Damian said.
âBe quiet, at least I can reach up this high.â jason remarked back.
âI think the tree needs more red.â Dick commented, hanging up more ornaments.
âWhereâs the star?â Tim asked, scrimmaging through a box.
âI believe you guys broke it last year when you were playing football in the house.â Bruce said out loud.
All the sons turned around, completely scared. Until they recognized it was just you two, they straighten up in a group, smiling sheepishly.
âI thought you were at your party?â You ask, as you walked up to them with Lily in your arms.
âWe were there, but we told everyone that we had to leave early.â Dick said.
âAll of us wanted to decorate to show how much we appreciate you, father, and Alfred.â Damian said.
Alfredâs heart warmed up and brightens at the very moment. âOh! I believe I know the star that Master Bruce has made when he was a child.â He said, immediately leaving making Bruce give a hearty laugh.
âWe wanted to celebrate the night with you guys.â Tim added.
âBesides, how can we miss Lilyâs first Christmas?â Jason said, already going up to you to pick up his little sister. Tim and Damian go up in tow as they fight over whoâs going to carry her next.
Dick used this time to go up to his father.
âSo, I was wondering if you got that package from Clark?â Dick asked, as he asked his father for a certain favor.
Bruce smirks and turns to one of the smaller shelves and pulls out a small box.
âClark said it was hard to find, but he managed to find the thing you were looking for.â
âWhat thing?â You asked, walking to Bruce who wrapped his arm around your waist.
âOh um, I wanted to find a special rock from the planet Tamaran for Koryâs gift.â
âSpecial rock? Wha- Oh! Are you?â Your eyes lit up as you anticipate Dickâs answer.
Dick smiles and nods entustiaclly.
âYep, Iâm going to propose to Kory.â
You hug your eldest son tightly.
âOh honey, Iâm so excited for you. I know sheâd say yes, knowing how she looks at you when you walk into a room.â You said.
âDonât be nervous, and say the things that you wanted to say from the first time you met her.â Bruce said, giving his eldest son advice.
âThanks you guys.â He said, giving you two a final hug before he waited for Kory to come back from the party.
You and Bruce sat down on the couch as you snuggle closer to him.
âWere you nervous the first time you proposed to me?â you ask.
Bruce pauses for a moment, remembering.
âYeah, I almost wanted to change the date but Alfred lectured me on how he and the boys have been growing impatient.â You laughed out loud as Bruceâs embraced you closer to him.
âWell, Iâm glad you asked.â You said, looking up at him as your left hand stays on his chest.
âIâm happy that you said yes.â He replies, growing closer to your lips until you two kissed.
Afterwards, Alfred came back from the attic and found the star as promised. Few of your sons snickered at bruceâs artistic star he made when he was around Damianâs age, but you said you loved it. Bruce momentarily left his seat as he helped Damian put up the star. You turn to see Dick walk with Kory inside and you greeted them as they found their place in the loveseat. Jason and Tim were entertaining their little sister, making funny faces to see her reaction. Damian has Alfred follow him as the young Wayne replicated a cookie recipe from his paternal grandfather and wished to dish out.
Then Bruce came back to you, grabbing a throw blanket and tucked you both in it. You finally got to see your entire family united, and you canât wait to see everyone grow into the people they wished to be.
The End.
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I got over a high school crush last week in the most backwards way possible.
So, i had a crush on this guy back in high school.
He... treated me poorly. Or, well, like shit. He was aware of my feelings and he took advantage of them. I won't go into details because it's... bad. Nothing badwrong happened (except for that one time he spit on me and called me pathetic in a mask off moment), but yeah. He's one of those toxic straight alpha guys.
Or he was, anyways. I don't know him now. Maybe he grew. He has a wife and a kid and a successful career and I kinda hate him for it because I'm single and unemployed and living in a shithole of an apartment, but that's neither here nor there.
My crush on him sort of... persisted through the years. I've wasted a lot of time daydreaming about him, fantasizing about running into him, and having a meetcute, and falling in love, and him finally loving me back.
(I have a thing with trying to earn the love and respect of emotionally unavailable men who treat me like shit, I got it from my dad. And I'm aware of it which means I don't have to do any work on it. Don't tell my therapist or she'll get on my ass about it).
Sometimes these fantasies were romantic (him leaving his wife for me), sometimes they were sordid (him keeping me as a dirty little secret), sometimes they were violent (me beating an apology out of him). Sometimes they were... self destructive.
I have this thing I do where, when things get hard, when I'm having a hard time, I imagine myself on the wrong end if situations.
In middle school I was having a hard time being bullied, and not having any friends, so I spent the bigger part of the year imagining myself in Logan Marshall Green's shoes on that one scene from The OC where he gets shot. (You know, the notorious hmm watcha say scene).
In high school, I was struggling with the rapidly developing symptoms of my schizophrenia, my un-reciprocrated (is that a word?) love for a toxic straight boy, family drama, and so much more - and as a result I spent a long time fantasizing about meeting my demise like Robert Downey Jr. in Less Than Zero. (A movie about drugs to which I was introduced by my then best friend, and isn't it interesting that around the time I was falling into alcoholism I was fantasizing about a drug-related death?)
Now I'm having having a hard time. I can't seem to find a job, money is unbearably tight, I'm stuck in a dead end town with no way out, I see no hope for a future. So you can guess what my coping mechanism is.
The piece of media I've latched on now is a gifset by tumblr user captain-hen (linking, not tagging, because they don't need to see my self destructive toxic emotional mess) of Eddie being shot by a sniper in front of Buck (and the aftermath).
The moment I saw the gifset (and the video) my brain filled the blanks with "damn, wish that were me". This is not healthy at all, but as they say, it do be like that sometimes.
So I've been playing with the fantasy of getting shot in the shoulder and losing a lot of blood. I also recently fell back into my high school crush. But it felt different this time.
Then yesterday I was fantasizing about us in Eddie and Buck's shoes, thinking "hell yeah, if i got shot in front of him that would be hella traumatic and he would have to apologize to me and love me back", when something clicked.
My brain just went "wait a second. He treated you like shit. He doesn't deserve to have your blood splatter his face. You deserve to get shot in front of someone better."
Which. What the fuck is up with that. But also, I'm glad I'm over this crush, even if it came in the form of "you deserve to get shot in front of someone better".
Baby steps, as my therapist would say.
#not taggijg anybody or any fandom because#well#this is about my own personal fucked up coping mechanism and how it backfired into me getting over a crush#nobody needs to see this
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The Ethereal Ball is done, but as you're leaving, you see flocks of people making for a barely-trodden little footpath leading partway down the mountain. Should you follow it, the sound of music and hollering would begin to swell, until you are greeted with a barebones but extremely lively party with a large bonfire and no shortage of entertainment. Dancing, singing -- both far more boisterous and free than anything the Ball offered -- is plentiful, and it only seems to be getting started. Thereâs even a fun axe-throwing game set up between the trees. Better take advantage of the party now - those clouds overhead look ready to snow. [Grants Axe +1]
It was a terrible shame she'd missed the ball but it would be a true tragedy if she missed the afterparty too. What a pitiful party it would be without Goldmary's effervescent, shining presence? She sticks close to Lapis, not for her own sake but for the younger woman's. The pair of them are irresistably charming, herself more so of course but she would never deny her friend's brilliance. With a touch more confidence, Lapis could be downright dangerous to the hearts of everyone at Garreg Mach.
So it really is no surprise that, despite being positioned at the edge of the dancefloor, they attract no end of attention. It's flattering, really, although Goldmary does spare a fleeting thought for the other students being outshined. It must be simply terrible.
"Chin up, Lapis. They can't take their eyes off you," Goldmary encourages her rose-haired friend as she accepts another glass of lightly sparkling orange juice. Naturally she stuck to healthy drinks, juices to leave her skin glowing and hydrated, lest her shine be dulled. The attention was mostly welcome, a reminder that her beauty would never falter. "Not that I can blame them. One lovely lady is a gift but two? Why, I'm sure they must be thanking their goddess!"
The only problem with attending an elite, foreign academy is the entitled attitude of some of the nobility. Their crass attempts to seduce her only earned a roll of her beautiful, glittering gold eyes. Why on earth would she waste her time with someone who only cared to hear himself speak? Who coveted her beauty yet put no effort in complimenting her perfection?
"Come on baby, watch me throw these axes. Show you what the arms you'll be in tonight can really do." The boy - truly he must be a child to think such a line would work, who has been buzzing around her all evening croons in a tone that makes her physically recoil. His friend titters in amusement before placing a hand upon Lapis' arm. In an instant, Goldmary snaps, taking Lapis by the hand and pulling it away from the sleazeball. "If I wanted to see someone show of their strength, I'd simply watch myself in the mirror. As if you could impress someone of my skill and talent!"
Goldmary strides over to the axe throwing game with a swing of her hips, taking the heftiest one she can get her hands on. Perhaps it's a little too weighty for her to throw comfortably but there's no way she'll admit to that. Praying she won't sweat too much as that would obviously break the hearts of so many here, Goldmary lifts the axe above her head, swinging as she spins and let's it fly through the air. It lands on the ground, almost half way across the alley that had been roped off for the game.
Goldmary's throw: Roll d20 = 8! Annoying NPC 1's throw: Roll d20 = 3!
"I'm just warming up, of course. Don't get cocky, it simply takes effort to be this strong and elegant." Goldmary complains with a hefty sigh. She deserved much better of course, surely the wind must have been blowing against her or the axe weighted unevenly! Immediately a man in the crowd scurries away, returning swiftly with a glass of water and a lovestruck smile. How sweet. Her eyes are sharp and narrowed as she watches her would be suitor rise to her challenge. Or fall for it, really. Her own throw had not been her best, sadly, but his is pathetic. Goldmary finds herself gleeful as he embarrasses himself not only in front of her but the rest of the partygoers. "Lapis, darling! Come show these boys how it's really done. I almost feel sorry for them, trying to compete with my-- no, our perfection and grace."
@rockroselazuli
country girls make do
#t:country girls make do#s:lapis#rockroselazuli#sp:axe#((this ended up longer than intended ahaha LETS SHOW EM WHOS BOSS))
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so i wanna write more headcanons on here but to do that i feel like i need to actually explain my main headcanon about Stranger Things/Billy in general??? and iâm trying to write a fic (and i S W E A R iâm gonna finish it at some point/better finish it this summer or itâs never getting done i just am a Mess TM so bear with me here bc i have 3 WIPs right now) but Iâm gonna give a run down of the main points bc otherwise I end up just saying âBilly got adopted by Hopâ and I feel like thatâs a major step so maybe I need to explain my thought process there. so my fic plan is gonna be going through Stranger Things S2 focusing on Billy (I know, how Original, right?? Iâm rolling my eyes at myself but Iâm excited to think about the thought process of our Crazy boy) but iâll just go through the major stuff (mainly with him and Hopper)
((this is so damn long good god iâm so sorry))
so Billy is the local Menace and Hopper briefly hears about him from Officer Callahan, knows a new family just moved in from Cali, but the first time he sees him is when he pulls the boy over (with a bit of difficulty because how the hell is this boy going so fast??) and heâs pissed. Bc kids still run around this town like itâs nothing and how is he ever going to be comfortable letting El run around this town with this maniac here? so he intimidates the boy and enjoys it until he sees a bruise on his cheekbone and legitimate fear in his eyes and it gives him pause. bc Billy just got back from a beyond rough night with Neil who showed even less mercy than normal and told him to find another place to sleep tonight.
Hop catches on that somethingâs wrong. he doesnât feel good about kicking a boy this broken into the drunk tank (even though the only reason Billy stopped for Hop was bc he felt sitting in the drunk tank might be better than sitting in his car through the cold night). Hop sees a bit of himself in the boy, back when he was young and stupid and fighting back an angry, drunken father. So he asks Billy who he can call to get him home safely, bc no fucking way is he letting him drive his car anywhere when heâs drunk. and when Billy comes up short, Hop curses and makes a split decision to bring him home. bc itâs way too late and the boy has school tomorrow and he sees Billy in obvious pain. and itâs not like Hopper is totally unaware. word gets around fast in a small town filled with gossipy elders. he already knows enough about Neil to know that he has some anger issues and he knows exactly what anger issues mean for a kid like this. so he thinks heâs going to regret it, but he convinces Billy to come over and crash on their couch. (and you best heâs immediately thinking of getting a CT scan tomorrow bc how many kids is he planning on adopting?? this man favors solitude over just about anything and now heâs bringing ANOTHER abused child into his home?? and heâs thinking about how hard heâll have to threaten Billy to not say anything about El)
Billy puts up a fight, but gives in bc fuck itâs been a long night and he thinks being under a drafty cabin roof might be better than sleeping in his car, maybe. he meets El, whoâs super strange (and billy isnât well versed in the actions of 13 yr old girls but El doesnât seem super normal to him). Hopper tries to keep their interactions as short as possible. and in the morning, when Hopper drives Billy to his house, he refuses to let the boy go in there alone. He walks Billy up to the door, explains away Billyâs absence, and sizes Neil up in his own living room as Billy gets ready for school so Hop can drop him off. Billy finds the care stifling and alien and so unnecessary, but something about Neil shaking in his shoes makes Billy cackle inside.
and back in Cali, Billy used to avoid cops like the plague, but now in Hawkins he goes speeding through the streets on nights that Neil tells him to leave just so he can get picked up and taken to Hopperâs cabin. sometimes on nights where Neil doesnât, and he feels psychotic doing it. Billy gets to know El a lot better, and he wonders why Hopper had to threaten him so aggressively about not telling a single soul about this girl that he claims to be his daughter. Sheâs caring to Billy in a really weird way, giving him glasses of water and extra blankets after Hopper has gone to bed and Billy is cowering on the couch trying to go to sleep. One night Billy wakes to her screaming and crying and sees Hopper rush into her room and hears him lull her back to sleep. He asks her about it in the morning while Hop is showering and she mumbles something into her Eggos about Papa and pain and bad men. he asks her to speak up a bit, trying not to take his growing anger out on her, and she explains that Papa is a bad man who hurt her too much. Billy thinks he understands. He definitely doesnât.
So he follows Hopper outside as they head out and swings at him. immediately swings at him bc all he can see is red bc here he thought a grown man could be something other than an absolute trash bag but hereâs this man proving Billy a fool bc he hurts that poor sweet girl. he misses, and Hopper gets furious, immediately yelling, asking the boy what heâs doing. the two argue loudly, and Hopper tells Billy that he put them all in danger just for bringing him here, so Billy gets pissed as fuck and doesnât come back.
and this entire time Billyâs trying to lay low at school about being gay. itâs nowhere near as lenient as Cali was and he canât exactly show off his boner for Steve âthe Kingâ Harrington. so when Billy gets forced on an expedition to find his precious step-sister, he figures following a crazy as fuck noise seems like the best idea, esp after being told to go to the house of basically every child in Hawkins. hey, if heâs lucky, maybe itâll be a hungry bear or something. but instead he finds a gross junkyard and what looks like his kid sister on top of a bus with that Sinclair kid, so he drives up fast, seeing red. itâs not until heâs out of the car that he sees King Steve himself barrelling towards Billy and dragging him behind the bus and handing him a piece of sheet metal and telling him to make do.
naturally Billy flips his shit, confused as hell and asking what that loud noise is, but Steve prompts him, telling him he knows he has something to be mad about bc heâs not exactly meditating on the basketball court so maybe he can channel the source of that anger to âmaybe, I dunno, help us?âÂ
So they fight. and when the demodogs get called off, Billy demands a fucking explanation, getting pissed as all hell at Steve for letting his sister and her punk friends be here when itâs obviously infected with some crazy as fuck monsters?? âand what the shit is a demodog??â but they force a dazed Billy into the car and ask him to drive them in the direction of the noise, to which Billy says theyâre nuts but itâs 4 against 1 and his mind is racing and heâs just angrily compliant at this point, speeding towards the sounds that they try to hear through the open windows. so billy gets dragged through it all, and learns about it all, and when they get to Willâs house he thinks heâs going to be sick and itâs Steve who helps him through it, awkwardly rubbing his back as he dry heaves in the bathroom bc âfuck this, seriously fuck this, youâre all nuts!â
Hopper briefly asks if heâs all right when Billy goes back into the living room obviously shaken. He accepts Elâs hug when she comes in dressed up like a crazy punk and everyone is confused as hell as to how they know each other, esp Steve, who has never seen this girl in his life. Billy compliments her look, tells her sheâs âlooking radâ.
âBitchinâ.â
âOh, excuse me. Bitchinâ.â
He tells Hop and El to be safe, and he feels stupid about it but it earns him another hug from El and a nod and a small smile from Hop and he doesnât like that it makes him feel so warm.
he tags along with Steve when they go into the upside down, making sure the kids are safe and bringing up the rear as Steve trudges ahead of them. Heâs confused as fuck when Dustin talks to one of those things like it has a fucking heart. thinks maybe he can consider it some kind of metaphor of how even monsters can be friends sometimes.
when itâs all over, heâs damn glad and damn happy and feels damn lucky to be alive. he feels a weird gratefulness at having his sister alive and starts thinking of her as his sister. he hugs her and smacks her shoulder lightly and tells her to never go running off to fight monsters again if she knows whatâs good for her, âespecially not with prissy little Princess Harringtonâ. She just gives him an exasperated laugh and a roll of her eyes and he winks at a blushing and pouting Steve.
the abuse doesnât stop. heâs out driving drunkenly again when Hop pulls him over. Hopper talks to him, explains himself a bit, with light irritation. Billy feels indignant, says heâll just sleep in his damn car for the night, thanks, but Hop doesnât allow it. He asks Billy to at least come to the cabin to see El, bc she keeps asking after him and his well being. and when things get worse, and Billy hashes out his shit with Hopper pretty hot headedly, he goes over to the cabin more and more, a brief and small and very young part of his mind wondering if Hopper would lull him to sleep too when he wakes up screaming from nightmares.
He gets closer to Max now that he almost lost her. he drives her to the arcade or Lucasâ place a lot more bc he sees that Sinclair is a good (enough) kid and he kind of wants to protect the little punk from his racist asshole of a father. now that he knows the boy isnât making her cry anymore he feels a hell of a lot better about it. but his relationship with Neil is only getting worse and he doesnât know it but when the Snow Ball comes around and he sees Max getting fawned over by her mother and he thinks about his own mother (bc tell me that boyâs expression isnât sad when he sees her in that scene) itâs the last time he sees Max in a home that they share. That night Neil drunkenly shouts homophobic slurs at him and Billyâs done with it He canât take it. Hopper has been telling him for a month now to just file a report, heâs sure he has enough evidence to catch Neil on an abuse charge, and so he finally does.
Hopper promises to fight for his custody, so that he has a safe roof to live under at least until he turns 18. Hopper cashes in on a favor with the judge bc somehow and for some fucking reason he says there isnât enough substantial evidence to say anything + people are confused as to why itâs Hopper asking for custody of Billy. So Neil stays living with his wife and Max and gives away custody of Billy pretty angrily but not out of any love of him. (and is it realistic for this to happen?? iâm not sure about it but either way, i melt over Hopper adopting Billy and being brought into a family with Hop and El and Joyce and Jonathan and Will. and no matter what happens with Neil, i just canât see Max leaving her mom. i think she would cling to any blood relation she has bc yeah, she has friends now, but her mother is her mother) Billy still drives Max to school every day and he makes her promise him sheâll tell him if anything bad ever happens bc âHey, I have a pretty decent in with the Chief of Police now, alright shithead? You need anything done, Iâve got you.â
so now think of the POSSIBILITIES!! Billy and El as brother and sister, bickering and messing around with each other and Billy showing her new music much to Hopâs dismay but he likes that El has company! Joyce and Hop getting together and Joyce becoming a good mother to him bc lets face it, Joyce would mother the world if she could!! Him finally getting to be with Steve and not being called homophobic slurs and getting closer and closer to Steve as they become boyfriends and dads to the children!!!! the possibilities are endless for Billy Hargrove/Hopper!!!!!!!
(juryâs still out on how to fit S3 in here and how much of canon i want to put into this headcanon but imagine Billy having people in his corner after heâs been possessed and they notice a lot quicker when he gets possessed so they help him faster!!)(or he can just be at home playing board games with El on the night that he was supposed to get possessed and heâs able to be a supportive and sassy figure for El and the kids bc babysitter Steve was off trying to fight russians.)(!!! imagine concerned Billy wondering where the fuck Steve is and getting jealous that heâs out with a girl and Steve is like:Â âI was literally inches away from death and youâre STILLÂ being a jealous bitch, are you serious????â)
ANYWAY this was so long and a bit unnecessary but this is the gist of what I think and when I write headcanons Iâm talking about a universe where all of this took place (unless otherwise specified). Sorry for this mess, but it was good for me to write this out and if anyone is interested in my dumb ideas of how Billyâs story could have gone differently, hereâs a preview of whatever dumpster fire of a fic i put out eventually. + you can always talk to me here, iâm open to excitedly yell with you âĽ
#billy hargrove#a little bit of#harringrove#just a tad in this#it's all precursor for harringrove#stranger things fix it#billy hargrove fix it#stranger things headcanon#stranger things 3 fix it#stranger things hc#headcanon#stranger things au#????#kinda sorta???#i dunno pls dont hurt me#i'm doin my best over here#just falling over myself in love with this baby boy who deserved better than he got#we deserved to see parenting duo Joyce and Hopper take care of Billy the way he deserves#and Billy and El being siblings#we fucking deserved it#this is angsty#trust me i wrote out more for this post and cut it out bc i was being too angsty for what i said i was gonna do#i just wanted to write out the main points#but still here i am trying to flesh him out even when i was just trying to be succint#anyway#i'm trying over here#keep this in mind for my other hcs i post on here#btw you all are so lovely and i cry at your sweet support#<3#it's so so sweet i love the harringrove section of the fandom
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the Sakamaki brothers as break-up or unrequited love songs (plus scenarios / headcanons)
A/N: Before I dove into the world of Dialovers, I actually wrote smut angst fics and I usually listen to sad songs (no, I am not brokenhearted and my love life is doing well). This made me picture scenarios that would fit these bastards (cause as always Yui deserve better)
WARNING: Contains violence and a bit of smut (NSFW in short)
SHUU SAKAMAKI
"So sad, so sad, I could never make you stay
Too bad, too bad, I could never walk away"
Hmm a brokenhearted Shuu is like a blank canvas whatever
He basically doesn't want to do anything with his broken heart
I picture him falling in love with a mortal so deep but at the same time he didn't want to indulge in those feelings
Cause the last time he got attached with a mortal, they died (Yuma is still alive but still)
So yeah he be just listening to some sad songs all week
"And now I know I will regret it,
I'd rather keep it all inside"
But in case he decides to pursue this mortal, I think she would be at arm's length
Like he wouldn't indulge deeper than what they have cause someday she will die and boy he has attachment issues
Hence the second song
REIJI SAKAMAKI
"I know I'm just a fool who's willing
To sit around and wait for you
But baby, can't you see there's nothing else for me to do?"
Hmm honestly Reiji was the hardest
And yes, I had @yourlocaltea to help me on this one
Because I can't see Reiji crying over someone tbh
I picture girls crying over him and this famous Olivia Newton-John song would really work
Cause we all know that Reiji has dated girls for the sake of image so maybe one of them really fell in love w/ him
Too bad, he only sees them for his family image
But if he does fall for them, the second song will fit
"Iâm no longer alone when Iâm by myself
I can feel you even when youâre not here"
If you have watched the ending of this Kdrama aka What Happened in Bali, you prob know what I mean
Let's say the girl left him and found another man
You might think Reiji is being Kanato here but this man won't let you betray him after all he did
He prob gonna murder you in his own Reiji way đđđ
But if he doesn't go the yandere route, he just gonna give you up... hmm... hopefully
AYATO SAKAMAKI
"First you say you won't then you say you will
You keep me hangin' on and we're not movin' on"
I am excited for this one cause as you all know Ayato is my first main diaboy (even before my Kanato simping arc)
I have actually told this to @moonderly and @samsvenn about the possibility of Ayato having an ex who has the fickle heart of Jenny (as mentioned from the same song)
Like at first they're okay, then afterwards they fight over nothing
I even think she's gonna cheat on him w/o him knowing
Or perhaps he knows but decides to think like "oh you want to play then fine I'll play your game and win"
But he is a sore loser
Ayato would prob be the one doing the begging (w/c is unlikely him) and it's all bcos he believes the girl will call him Oresama afterwards
Too bad she doesn't
"Last year's wishes are this year's apologies every last time I come home
I take my last chance to burn a bridge or two
I only keep myself this sick in the head 'cause I know how the words get you off"
Another song that would fit him would be this one
Cause I swear Ayato can be a target of those girls who just like to have fun and dump boys
Ayato be spouting he's an Oresama but these girls would give no sht abt it
If Ayato decides to get a bit serious, it would also be the time they dump him
This fuckboy is a loser in a friends with benefits situation
KANATO SAKAMAKI
"Good for you, you're doing great out there without me, baby
God, I wish that I could do that
I've lost my mind, I've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom
But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it"
This one is also hard
Because I have so many scenarios for Kanato
But breakups and unrequited love don't end well for Kanato so he prob would add this poor being to his doll collection
He's actually sarcastic abt it... at first
"Wow, you're smiling now. How shameless of you."
And afterward, he says, "How dare you do that to me? It's unfair, you know? Why isn't it me? Why him?"
Or "I gave you everything you want and now this is how you repay me?!"
"I won't let you betray me, NEVER AGAIN"
"And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone"
But once he comes down from his rage and intense emotions, that's when he really starts to cry and mourn
Kanato actually has nightmares of this person staying for a while, only to leave him crying
Like he would have an internal conflict where he wants you to go leave him, but he doesn't want you to belong to someone else
TANTRUMS GALORE
"This is all your fault! I'm suffering bcos you left me! (uhhh... you killed her???) đ¤Ąđ¤Ąđ¤Ą
"You should've just dropped dead even before I loved you."
Anyway, she's a part of his doll collection now so she won't be going away anytime soon
LAITO SAKAMAKI
"The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by, the other woman
Will spend her life alone"
This song would actually be more about the girls he be toying with
Cause honestly loving Laito is like agreeing to be his plaything and there are many of you out there
In short, every single one of you is the other woman
Fvcking perv
Ofc what do you expect
This guy will never be serious and he would prob mess with your mind and heart until he throws you away
But if you manage to crawl deep in his heart and leave it wounded, then...
"You were the mermaid for me
Till one day, you found your feet
Leaving me in the God-awful bottle,
a model of heartache and grief"
I picture Laito drinking somewhere, prob a nearby pub or by himself at the manor
Like he would waste the night away because of a woman he can't mess with
For some reason, this reminds me a tiny bit of Helen and Laito's relationship (shoutout to @nutaella-kookie)
Like what if Helen broke up with Laito and she's like no turning back đđđ
But what do you expect? Laito never believes in love anyway
SUBARU SAKAMAKI
youtube
"I should actually hate you
The more I embrace you, it hurts
Although when morning comes,
I will look for you again"
In relation to my headcanon abt Subaru falling in love w/ his teacher, this is actually a song that identifies his moving on stage
Like he probs like to tell this little lie that he'll move on but he actually doesn't
The type to do anything for a girl to stay even tho she can't give up her humanity for him
This guy gets waaaaaay attached emotionally
But unlike Kanato, he accepts his fate and takes all the blame
He's also actually like Shuu and would prob play sad songs on repeat
Most of them will be really sad, like how Scarlet Heart Ryeo made me cry
But in case he wants to switch things up, he'll prob play this one
youtube
"So what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat
I'll be the fire that'll catch you
And what's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to?"
Like ya know emo hardcore heartbreak ya know???
Actually, in my headcanon, Kanato sang Scarborough Fair to him and he cried at the lines "Remember me to the one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine."
YES SUBARU CRYING DUE TO HEARTBREAK LIVES RENT-FREE IN MY HEAD
#Spotify#kanato sakamaki#diabolik lovers headcanons#ayato sakamaki#diabolik lovers#dialovers headcanons#laito sakamaki#shu sakamaki#reiji sakamaki#subaru sakamaki headcanons#subaru sakamaki#diahell#rejet#diaboys#sakamaki brothers headcanons#sakamaki brothers#Youtube
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Hey, can you maybe do how hq boys (Iwa, Suna and the rest is your decision) would react when they want to do have sex (first time for the reader)and react when their s/o is insecure about their appearance and compares them with their ex ? So they are scared if they want their ex back and gets super anxious
Yeah, I feel insecure today and I'm scared that somebody would compare me with their ex (body etc)
YOU GET INSECURE BEFORE YOUR FIRST TIME
CHARACTERS: iwaizumi + suna + (gn!reader)
WARNINGS: mentions of smut but it's not too much
NOTES: i feel like this is the first full length hc i've written in a while i feel rusty skjdfhg + some small things are similar in both i'm sorry lol
iwaizumi:
would not let the insecurities live on for much longer tbh
it hurts him that you see yourself this way
and he's kinda upset with himself that you believed he would be comparing you to his ex
or even thinking about them at all while he's with you
iwaizumi could see that something was wrong before you even planned on speaking up. as soon as he reached for your shirt, his already off, you tensed up and his eyes shot up to your face, his hands retracting slowly. "what's wrong, doll? we don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know that, right?"
you swallowed roughly, feeling the heat rush to your face in embarrassment. "iââi'm sorry i just..."
you looked down but he placed a hand under your chin and tilted your head up to look into your eyes. "hey, you can tell me anything. i'm right here."
you bit your lip and forced yourself to keep looking at him, letting your eyes wander over his face instead of looking into his suddenly intimidating stare, but that didn't seem to help either. as you really looked at him closely, you found yourself wondering how and why someone like him would want to be with someone who looked like youââespecially when his ex was just...so much better, in your opinion.
your voice was small when you spoke up. "are you sure you want to be with me?"
he blinked, brows furrowing immediately. "what?"
you looked down again. "when i look in the mirror..." you willed yourself to keep the tears from forming. "i don't see myself as someone who should be with youââappearance-wise, along with other things...what if you don't like what you see under my clothes? and i mean compared to your ex iââ"
"stop." his voice was sharp as he interrupted you and you looked up, shocked to see a fierce, determined and almost angry look in his eyes.
"wâwhat?"
he clenched his jaw, but his touch was soft as he held your cheeks in both his hands. "you are the most beautiful person i've ever laid my eyes on. when i'm with you i rarely think about anyone else, let alone my exââbecause you take up all the space in my mind." he looked at you earnestly, "baby i'm obsessed with you, i'm more in love with you than i've ever been with anyone else, no one even comes close to you." he took a deep breath, really wanting to make sure he got through to you.
you placed your hands over his and smiled up at him, your eyes a little glassy. "thank youââfor that. i really don't deserve you."
he nudged your chin with one hand playfully, "bullshit." he whispered. "you deserve everything and more." he pulled you in for a sweet kiss and it quickly escalated, your hands coming up to pull his hair, making him groan against your lips.
you brought one of his hands under your shirt and pulled it up slightly and he leaned back to look at you. "are you sure?"
you nodded. "absolutely."
he smiled and let his fingers trace along your skin. "i will do everything in my power to show you how amazing you are, inside and out." he kissed your forehead gently, "i promise."
suna:
suna would dismiss these thoughts immediately
not because he wants to belittle or invalidate your feelings
but because he doesn't think you need to be worrying about these things
he's 100% yours and he's not going anywhere
suna was hovering over you, breathing heavily as he pressed his lips against yours and ground his hips into you. "fuckââ" he kissed you a few more times and bit your bottom lip teasingly slow before pulling away and sliding down between your legs.
he looked into your eyes as his hands reached for your underwear, silently asking if you wanted to go further, but when you looked away nervously and visibly clamped up, he frowned. "what's wrong?" when you didn't respond, he sat up and sighed, squeezing your thigh playfully. "come on bub, talk to me."
you clasped your hands together and started playing with your thumbs idly. "um...i justââ" he brought a hand under your chin to tilt your head up and once you looked in his eyes, you felt a strong urge to cry. you bit your lip and took a shaky breath. "i just don't feel...right for you?" his gaze hardened the slightest bit. "when i look at myself, i can't help but see all the things that are wrong and compared to your exââ"
"y/n."
you paused at the interruption, secretly grateful, knowing that if you went on, the tears would fall.
he placed a hand on your cheek and looked at you, his usual bored stare now more intense. "trust me when i say you have nothing to worry about. i know you can't solve your insecurities in a day, but please know that that pretty little head of yours is telling you nothing but nonsense. when i look at you i see none of that stuff, i just see how beautiful you are, and i think about how happy i am that i'm yours and that you're mine." he paused and a look of annoyance flashed in his eyes. "and don't even bring up my ex, they should never be on your mind, because they're never on mine either."
he pulled you in for a kiss and you smiled, your voice small as you looked into his eyes. "i love you."
his lips curved into a small smirk. "i know." he pecked your lips again. "now if you're still up for it, i'd really like to show you how much i love you" he leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, "and how perfect you are for me." his hands slid up your thighs but stayed in a respectable place, ready to do whatever you asked.
now how could you let your insecurities take over when you had such an amazing guy right in front of youââ
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What I would want Peeta to say and do to me if I was Katniss, is how I think this deserves to be summed up.
Word Count: 1971
Rating: 18+. Mature, but not explicit. Sexytimes after the break.
Sliding down into the tub, I allow the sweet smell of the soap to engulf me, my eyes falling shut as the warm water creeps up my skin. My aching muscles relax, the tension seeping out of them as quickly as it appeared. The first week or two of hunting in the snow is always harder than Iâm anticipating it to be. But Iâll be just fine.
I know Peetaâs home when I hear his gait on the creaking, wooden stairs. Deciding to stay put, I wait for him to find me in the bathroom. Heâs home a little early today. Oh, lucky wife am I.
And, truly, I am. There is no better man out there than Peeta. So when he gently knocks on the door, I smile to myself. âYou can come in.â My head falls back to rest on the lip of the tub, providing me with a better vantage point to see him.
The door pushes open slowly, and Peeta steps through, shutting the door behind him. Not necessary, since weâre the only ones that live in this house. But no complaints here. Just observations.
âHi baby,â he says, leaning back against the counter and folding his arms across his chest. There is a slight uptilt to his lips, one that usually indicates a particular line of thinking. I wonder what Iâm in for.
I take this chance to stare at him, lazily moving my gaze head to toe, as I know he is sizing me up, too. I avoid the urge to shift my legs together too soon, anticipating the exquisite touch of his hands thatâs sure to come.
Heâs wearing his normal dark-wash trousers, a long-sleeved shirt in lieu of his usual attire. The tip of his nose is just the littlest bit red. The snow gets to bakers, too, then. Briefly, I wonder what the cold of his nose would feel like while his lips make their way up my thighs. I do know how his body feels, though, as I take in the way his shirt hugs in all the perfect places.
âHi baby,â I repeat back softly, not wanting to raise my voice too much for fear of bursting this liminal moment weâve created. It could go very different ways. I know which way I want it to go, and if I know anything about him, I know what he wants, too.
Neither of us moves to break eye contact. Peeta does, however, slowly peel off the counter, walking around the end of the tub to kneel on the ground next to me. His arms rise up to rest on the edge, his fingertips barely brushing the water.
We havenât lost eye contact this entire time, so when he licks his lips and says what he does next, I am malleable. Pliable. Putty, in his hands only.
âYou look very beautiful today,â he says. Normal words, predictable words, but the way he says it - the way he looks at me as he says it - mouthwatering.
Desperation. Thatâs the thing in my throat that wonât let any other words get out. Desperation to touch, to be touched, which I can see reflected in Peetaâs face, the slight trembling of his fingers.
âYou know, these bathrooms really are too large. Look, I take up only half the tub!â I tell him.
He grins. âI have to disagree. Thereâs only room for one kickass woman in the tub.â
I hum. Trail my fingers, dripping warm water, through my hair. âToo bad. That kickass woman was hoping sheâd have someone come join her.â
This is what really catches him. His voice, usually honey-sweet, is strained, just enough to be noticeable. âIn that case, I think I might know someone.â
I take a deep breath, surveying him for another moment. âWell, tell him to come my way.â
With that in the air, he finally, finally kisses me. Kisses me with the force of someone whoâs been holding back just long enough that theyâre about to splinter. His fingers, the tips wet from resting in the water, find their way into my hair, his thumb tilting my head up beneath the chin. Already, he is biting and tugging at my lip with his teeth, which is one of the things heâs best at. Or maybe I just like it.
The kiss is both quenching and provoking. Yes, I finally can taste the love and lust on his lips, but it only makes me want him more. Thatâs how it works with us. Has since basically day one, though I was blind to it for a while.
Peeta stops for a moment, close enough that we are still sharing the same air. âHow can I help you, my dear?â he asks, voice more rattled than before, as one of his hands dips into the water. His fingers find and, gently, scratch along the sensitive skin at my knee. I shiver, despite the warm water. He grins, noticing the gooseflesh thatâs appeared on my skin at his mere touch.
A sharp intake of breath fills my lungs, and it takes me a moment to answer. âFirst, youâre in an unfair amount of clothes.â
He nods his head, pulling his arm out of the water to grab the hem of his shirt and yank it off, the cuff damp where the water had almost reached the sleeve after he rolled it up. His trousers quickly follow, though his undershorts stay on for now. âWhat else?â
In response, I stand up, careful not to send water pouring over the edge. Peeta stands as well, reaching over to grab a towel and stepping closer to wrap it around me. His hands pause on my shoulders, holding the towel in place around me. He raises his eyebrows. Next?
I send him the best, most flirty smile I can muster. It's never been my strong suit. Then I remove the towel, allowing him to keep it. The moment he realizes my intentions, itâs discarded to the floor, easily and gladly forgotten. In his eyes, I can tell he wants to touch me, desperately, but I make him wait just a little longer.
He makes a sound in the back of his throat, one of such need and desire, that it sends a flash of pride through me. Turning a man on is so much more fun than I ever thought it could be. It makes you feel powerful, even if itâs just one person for one moment.
But with Peeta, there are so many moments like that. He praises, he worships me, but itâs never over the top. It is always in the actions: letting me fall asleep in his lap, leaving breakfast on the table, placing kisses along my skin after I have been well and truly tumbled. Doing as much as he can to please me. Yes, indeed. I am a lucky wife.
After Iâve planted myself on the bathroom counter, the edge lining up dangerously with the part of me that is Peetaâs next destination, he is on his knees again. He begins his ministrations slowly, each brush of his fingers or lips on my skin like an electric shock. My skin is so, so sensitive, and he is so, so gentle. Thereâs nothing better.
By the time he reaches my knees, he has scooted closer, his shoulderblades now between my legs to give him the proper access he requires. Each touch of his mouth to my skin makes it harder not to move, but I try my best. As he nears the top of my thighs, he takes one leg and throws it over his shoulder, carelessly, I would say, if it were anyone else.
âSo,â he begins, frequently pausing to occupy his mouth in less talkative ways, âthere is so much time left, so many things to do.â His tongue traces a thin line up the most sensitive part of my inner thigh. I gasp, eyes falling shut, hips beginning to squirm. One of his hands pushes back on my hipbone, his fingertips pressing into the skin just hard enough to leave marks. Marks for him to see, later. Maddening. âWhere shall I begin?â
I realize, maybe two seconds too late, that he is genuinely asking. âKatniss, baby,â he continues, his rough voice sounding heavenly from between my legs. âTell me how to help.â To emphasize his point, he flips my other leg over his shoulder, effectively trapping himself between and beneath me.
I gasp again, trying to get the words out. In a moment of clarity, Iâm able to string together these words: âKiss me.â
He hums, running his hands over my hips, back and forth. âFrom down here?â
Smartass. âNot on my lips,â I manage.
He grins, a fiercely boyish grin that I sometimes forget heâs capable of. âI see. Well, since you asked so nicelyâŚâ
I choke out a laugh. âRight. As if you didnât come home with it already in mind.â
He laughs too, but doesnât allow it to linger for long. âYou got me there.â He says this one moment, and the next, his face is hidden and his mouth and tongue are doing such extraordinary things, and, god, his nose -
Well. I hit the nail on the head with that one.
My fingers curl into his hair, urging him on as I push him closer. I can feel his grin, so I give a sharp tug on the hair I have in hand as recompense. This pulls another sound out of his throat, a gasp out of his mouth. Both feel lovely, situated where he is. So I continue to pull at his hair when he needs some humbling.
It's breathless, it's wonderful, it's only the beginning. I'm trembling, grateful to be sitting, as he makes his way up my body. Lingering kisses on my hips, along my stomach, up my chest. He stays at my neck for a while, paying particular attention there, surely leaving behind bruises that can easily be covered by a turtleneck in this cool weather.
--
A good chunk of time passes before I'm able to drag his lips back to mine, feeling like I might die if I don't get to kiss him right this second. He happily obliges, as he knows that he is good with his mouth. In several different regards. But who's keeping track? Certainly, certainly not me.
My hands, itching to touch his skin, smooth down his shoulders, wrapping around his back, pulling him even closer. Now, he is standing again, my legs circling his waist. Our bodies are pressed together at their most intimate places, though his undershorts are still on. Slowly, I run one of my hands down his side, making sure to take my time, before sliding the tips of my fingers below his waistband. I don't move them, I don't try to take his boxers off, I just let them rest there. Let Peeta give me this incredulous, sex-addled smirk.
"Yes?" I ask. "Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, no, nothing like that. I'm just thinking..." he trails off for a moment, leaving me to fill in the blank. "Well, you know, it's not only the tubs that are too big for one person. The showers are, too. Haven't you noticed?"
Tapping my chin, I pretend to ponder his question. "Truly? I haven't. Do you care to show me?"
He swoops in for another kiss, this one full of teeth and lips and pressure. He steals my breath away. "Gladly," he says, grinning, hauling me off the counter.
With a quick turn of the knobs, the warm spray of water begins falling from the shower head, and, truthfully, there is no way to describe what happens next. No way to describe it other than really, really good sex.
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when theyâre grumpy but their s/o wants attention [1.5k follower special]
featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, nishinoya, and kageyama
thank you for sharing this fun celebration with me! canât wait to host more :) enjoy! xÂ
kuroo
heâs not super temperamental but he can develop a short fuse when heâs stressed or overwhelmedÂ
youâll try to get him to take a break but he gets stern really quickÂ
when he doesnât give in like usual, you take defeat and leave the room
he immediately feels bad that he snapped at youÂ
he will hug and kiss you until you accept his ample apologyÂ
âoh. hey, beautiful,â your boyfriend greeted after you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.
âwhat are you doing?â you asked, leaning down to look at the screen.Â
âjust work again.â
âdo you wanna take a break and come cuddle with me?âÂ
âi wish i could, babe, but i need to get this done.â
âbut youâve been working forever. please, tetsu?â you give him your best pouty, puppy dog eyes that he always falls for.Â
ânot right now,â he replies shortly.Â
you start playing with his hair, something you know he canât resist.Â
âbabe, seriously. iâll come cuddle with you later. now, please, i need to finish this. can you just leave me alone for another half hour?â
âfine.âÂ
âno, baby. wait--â the door slammed behind you before he could finish his sentence. he swears under his breath, knowing that he hurt your feelings. he quickly exits his work and gets up to go find you.Â
youâre sitting on the couch, looking at something on your phone. he saunters over and immediately puts his head in your lap.Â
âiâm sorry, kitten. i shouldnât have snapped at you like that. iâve been stressed with everything lately but thatâs no excuse because you donât deserve that. iâm sorry.â
you sigh and try to get up but he stops you by wrapping his arms around your hips, pressing his face into your midsection.Â
âno, baby, please donât go. i need you and your cuddles. pleeeeaaasssseee,â he pleads, hugging you tighter. he feels your stomach vibrate against his face and he looks up to see you laughing lightly.Â
âwhatâs so funny?â he chuckles with you.Â
ânothing,â you reply, putting a hand in his hair. âyouâre just so cute.â
âdoes this mean you forgive me?â he asks, sitting up.Â
âi suppose you can be forgiven.â
âiâll take it. now, câmere.â he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him to accept the many kisses he places on your cheek.Â
kenma
he gets frustrated or irritated kinda easilyÂ
mostly when he canât complete a stage in one of his gamesÂ
he can displace his anger onto you when you want to snuggle up to himÂ
he doesnât realize what he did until later when he finds you sitting by yourself
he has a simple apology but he makes up for the lack of attention heâs given youÂ
you always knew where to find kenma. in his room, playing a game. if itâs new, you probably wonât see him for a while as he tries to spend all his free time trying to complete it so visits to his house were frequent.Â
even if you had an outing planned, he would try to get in some gameplay beforehand.Â
âhey, ken,â you greeted as you entered his room.
he doesnât respond for a few seconds as he vigorously mashes buttons to defeat the battle he was on. he lets out a frustrated grunt as the âloseâ screen taunts him before turning to you.Â
âoh, hey.âÂ
âare you ready to go?âÂ
âyeah. um, let me just try one more time to beat this,â he negotiates.Â
âokay,â you reply as you sit close next to him. he restarts the stage and you watch him play until you yawn and start to lean your head on his shoulder.Â
ây/n, i canât do this while youâre-- oh, god. no!âÂ
he loses again, causing him to harshly nudge you off his shoulder.Â
âugh, i was so close just then. why do you have to lean on me like that?â
âiâm sorry. i was just kinda tired.â
âwell, maybe you should get more sleep so you donât make me lose again,â he snaps. he mutters under his breath before picking the controller back up and starting again.Â
he barely even notices youâre gone until he completes the stage on the next round. he gets up and goes to look for you. he finds you sitting outside his house, presumably waiting for him. he frowns, feeling guilty about what he said to you and continued playing instead of apologizing to you. you couldâve been sitting out here forever.Â
ây/n?â he says softly, getting your attention. âiâm sorry. i was mad at the game, not you. i didnât mean it like that. iâm ready to go now if you want.âÂ
youâre not totally convinced which prompts him to sit down next to you. he leans his head on your shoulder just like you had to him earlier. he slowly reaches his hand over to yours, interlocking your fingers.Â
âi really like when you lean on me. please donât listen to anything i say when iâm playing games.â
you sigh. âitâs okay. i forgive you. letâs go.âÂ
he nods, standing up with his hand still in yours.Â
âcan i have a hug?â he asks cutely, his other hand reaching for your elbow.Â
you grin and nod, letting him pull you into him. he hugs you tightly, his fingers tickling your back as they brush across. he pulls away, his hands moving to hold either side of your head to kiss the tip of your nose.Â
âokay, letâs go.âÂ
he holds your hand the whole way there.Â
akaashi
heâs pretty calm and not quick to yell like kuroo but he can let stress take over easily
heâll try to take a nap to relieve it but you come over as a surpriseÂ
he doesnât take it too well and âsnapsâ at youÂ
you end up leaving his house completely and now he feels like he canât just nap this one away
hugs and cuddles you as he apologizesÂ
he had finally felt the sweet embrace of his bed after the longest day ever. he just wanted to sleep it all away, easing his aching muscles. what felt like seconds later, he heard your voice.Â
âkeiji,â you roused, rubbing a hand over his back. âare you sleepy, babe?â
he groaned, shifting over to face away from you.Â
âiâm trying to nap, baby. what are you doing here?â
âi just wanted to surprise you. you seemed like you were having a bad day,â you explained.
âyeah. i was. and you just woke me up.â
âoh, iâm sorry. i can rub your back if you want.â
âi want to take a nap. alone.â
âoh. i, um-- okay,â you stuttered, getting up quickly and leaving the room without another word.Â
he couldnât go back to sleep after that. you wanted to make him feel better and he only pushed you away. he quickly got out of bed, hoping he could catch up with you. you werenât very far from his house as he rushed down the street.Â
ây/n? please, wait!âÂ
you stop in your tracks but donât turn around. his heart is hammering against his chest as he stops behind you, trying to catch his breath.
âiâm...sorry.â
âwhy are you apologizing? iâm the one who ruined your nap,â you reminded him.Â
he walks around to stand in front of you, pretty eyes looking down at your wilted figure.
âno, you didnât, baby. you didnât do anything wrong. i was being a jerk and didnât need to say that to you. i think i need you more than i need a nap. although, you and a nap would be nice, too.âÂ
your lips perked up slightly in a smile, making him lean down to get a better look at your face.
âis that a smile i see? no, donât hide it. câmere, beautiful.â
he takes you in his arms, hugging you tightly. he rocks you from side to side as he leans his head on top of yours.Â
âi would love for you to join me for some cuddles. but iâll probably fall asleep.â
you agree, smiling at him before he gives you a sweet kiss. he leads you back to his house where you go back into his room. you get all comfy under the covers with him lying on top of you, his head on your chest.Â
he kisses your cheek a few times before laying down. âthank you, baby.âÂ
nishinoyaÂ
heâs usually a very bright and happy-go-lucky boy but he can get irritatedÂ
heâll get way too amped up about something and then get frustrated when it doesnât play out how he thinksÂ
he does get loud when he lets it all out on you as youâre trying to comfort himÂ
you try to hide your tears and leave him alone but he cannot believe he just yelled at youÂ
he will literally get on his hands and knees as he apologizesÂ
you liked to meet up with him after his practice so that you could walk home together. seeing him in the gym, you decided to surprise him by placing your hands on his shoulder and using him to brace yourself as you jumped into the air, which is something he would often do to you and his teammates.Â
âhey, sweetie,â he greeted after turning around, looking kinda solemn.
âyou ready to go?â
âyeah. letâs go.â
you followed him out but he didnât take your hand like he would whenever you walked home. he could never hide his feelings though.
âugh, i missed almost every dig today. every one! iâm so pissed, iâm going to do so many push-ups-- what are you doing!?â
he snatched his hand away from you when you tried to hold it. you winced at his sudden outburst.Â
âum, i just wanted to hold your hand.â
âare you even listening to me? iâm really pissed off right now, babe.â
âi- iâm sorry,â you apologized. his heart broke when he heard the break in your voice and seeing your eyes become glossy. what was worse, he was the cause of it.Â
you tried to push the tears back into your eyes. âiâll walk by myself.âÂ
he grabbed your wrist quickly to stop you. âno, wait.â
you couldnât hold it in and started sobbing. your hands coming up to cover your face.Â
âdonât cry, beautiful,â he consoled, wrapping his arms around you. âthat was stupid of me to yell at you. i love when you want to hold my hand. my emotions just got the best of me.â
âitâs, itâs okay,â you sobbed, wiping your eyes.Â
âno, itâs not!â he declares. âwhat do i have to do to make it okay? please tell me, sweetheart.â
âoh, i know--â
âthatâs okay, noya. you donât have to--â
he was literally on his hands and knees in the middle of the road asking for your forgiveness.Â
âoh, my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous, smart, strong s/o! will you please forgive me and my idiot self for being a bad boyfriend?â
ânoya, youâre not a bad boyfriend. please get off the ground.â
ânot until you forgive me!â he wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your tummy.Â
âokay, okay. i forgive you,â you laughed.Â
âyay!â he jumps up and into your arms, kissing you many times on the head. âyou are my favorite person and i canât stand to see you cry.âÂ
ânow will you hold my hand?â
âof course. can i kiss you too?âÂ
kageyama
heâs known to be habitually grumpyÂ
he enjoys your presence the most so if he starts getting short with you, you know somethingâs bothering himÂ
yells like noya but youâve heard it before so youâre able to leave him to cool offÂ
heâll eventually realize he was being dumb and didnât need to yell at you
but heâs not the smoothest at apologizing Â
kageyama did not like school. heâd rather play volleyball for the rest of his life. he was good at it, he memorized all the plays, and he could understand it. but when he actually does study and still gets a bad grade, youâll never hear the end of it.
âugh, this is so stupid. i thought i studied enough!â he vented as you two sat in his room together.Â
âitâs alright, tobi. weâll just try something different next time, thatâs all,â you consoled, patting him on the shoulderÂ
âpft. easy for you to say,â he grumbled.
âexcuse me?â
âyou get good grades all the time without any effort. it doesnât make sense.â
âi actually try very hard and i want to help you--â
âwell, i donât need your help!â he blurts out, shifting away from your touch.
your lips draw into a hard line âthatâs fine. i just donât want you to get discouraged about school, thatâs all. you know i care about you,â you reasoned. you could tell he was already on a short fuse and were currently trying to defuse him.Â
âi just think that you should--â
âlook, youâre not my mom! can you just shut up about this now? iâm done talking about it.â
you nod quietly before packing up your things and leaving. it was obvious he needed some time to himself and you werenât about to be on the receiving end of his aggressions.Â
later that night, there was a knock on your door. it was none other than your grumpy boyfriend who looked rather remorseful.Â
âuh, hi.â
âwhatâs up?â
âi, i know you probably donât want me here right now but i just wanted to say that iâm sorry.â
you simply nodded, the silence allowing him to keep talking.Â
âi was being a dumb jerk. i know you care about me and i really, really care about you. i feel like i donât appreciate you enough for everything that you do for me.â he looks down, ashamed of how unfulfilling his love seems compared to yours.Â
âthatâs not true, tobi,â you negate, reaching to him. âi know you care about me. you just have a different way of showing it. like coming here late at night with a-- is that a bento box?âÂ
âitâs some snacks my mom helped me make. she said this is good brain food. i was hoping you could help me with some homework. also,â he looks away from you once more.
âi canât go to the tournament if i donât pass japanese lit. could you please help me?â
you look him up and down for a few moments before grinning. âof course i can.â
you let him into the house. you feel a tugging on your shirt and turn around to see him standing there awkwardly.Â
âyes?â
âwould you-- can you hug me, please?â
you donât respond except with a smile and simply wrap your arms around his waist. he hugs you tightly, burying his face in your neck.Â
âthank you. love you so much.âÂ
he has lots to learn, but heâll get there and one day, itâll be as easy as volleyball.Â
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Hiiii i heard a headcannon that james potter would love shower sex and i was wondering wether you could write something like that? No specificâs do whatever you want with it just sex in the shower ;)
 You in Here? || James Potter
Word Count: 2268
A/N: I hate this perhaps more than anything Iâve ever written but I need to write if only to remind myself that I still can because sidofhdfwqifbr. I feel like I havenât been productive in weeks and posting is gonna hopefully help me with that. Iâve hated other things Iâve posted as well and yâall seemed to react positively to those so who the hell knows.
Warnings: Degradation, daddy kink, kinda proof read, little bit of exhibitionismÂ
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âJamie,â You called out, your voice echoing as it bounced back off the tiled walls of the Quidditch showers.Â
You hadnât been able to grab James after the Quidditch game, where heâd led him and his team to victory, before he had headed off towards the locker room, being stopped by Dobson who was subbing in as keeper for the game. The teamâs usual keeper in the hospital wing with a bad case of blood poisoning heâd contracted from an unfortunate Care of Magical Creatures lesson.Â
Youâd never really given much thought to the boy as he was a year below you and you didnât much run in the same circles but neither of those facts seemed to discourage him as he pulled you aside after the game.
His desperate and frankly pathetic attempts to flirt with you, the team captainâs girlfriend, had stalled you too long apparently as by the time youâd managed to break free of his bad pickup lines and clumsy winks James was nowhere in sight and Sirius had to direct you towards the showers where heâd seen him disappear into.Â
And now stumbling around the locker room looking for your boyfriend you followed the sound of running water to the back corner of the showers.
âThere you are,â You murmured as his dripping form came into view. Blocked by a sheet of warped glass all you could make out of his figure was the outline of his strong physique as he twisted and turned to let the water wash over his ridiculously toned body.
âJames?â Your voice lilted up in a question as you wrapped your knuckles against the glass of the door.
â(Y/N/N)? What are you doing in here?â He asked, his voice rough which you assumed was from screaming over the roaring wind to communicate with his teammates.Â
What you hadnât noticed before escaping Jamesâ subordinate was the aforementioned boy lurking a few feet away, jaw clenched, the vein in his forehead pulsing as he glared down the boy who seemed to have abandoned all of his inhibitions.
Though you had missed him, James most certainly hadnât missed you and heading off to the showers heâd hoped that a hot shower would soothe the possessiveness bubbling up in his stomach but it had not had the desired effect.Â
âCame looking for you Jamesie,â You explained, âWanted to congratulate you,â A sly smirk tugged at the corners of your lips, painted a brilliant red as you began shedding the numerous layers of clothing youâd been bundled up in to shield yourself from the biting wind.
âWhy donât you congratulate that Dobson kid?â The edge to Jamesâ voice was impossible to miss.
You frowned as you reached around your now nearly bare torso, having made quick work of your top layers, to unclasp your bra, shrugging it off of your shoulders to let it fall to the ground. Left in only your panties you spared a glance over your shoulder before abandoning those as well and opening the door to the shower.
Even after all this time you still had to stop your jaw from dropping whenever you saw Jamesâ body, the defined muscles of his abs, the way they shifted in his back as he reached for things and just went about with his daily business.
His legs. Those fucking legs.
And donât even get you started on his arms because you could go on and on for hours about them, about every part of him quite frankly.
You stood dumbstruck outside the shower cubicle before James pulled you in by your arm before someone walked in and saw you naked.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â The boy growled, towering over you as he wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you tucked into his strong chest. You could feel his half hard cock pressing against your stomach as one hand drifted to your ass, squeezing it to the point of pain before releasing and smacking the afflicted area with the palm of his hand. The burning hot water didnât help either with the pain as it washed over your backside, amplifying the sting from your boyfriendâs harsh touch.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â You asked incredulously, having no clue what he was talking about. âThat hurt.â
âGood,â He responded curtly, returning his tight hold on the supple flesh of your bottom, squeezing even more harshly than before, no doubt leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers.Â
âSâ what you deserve after teasing me like that with that fucking prat, and then right now, standing naked in the middle of the locker room, anyone couldâve walked in at any point and seen your arse.â
âNo one was gonna just-â
You were cut off by his fingers meeting the side of your face more harshly than you anticipated.
âOw,â You squeaked, âWas that necessary?â
Growing more and more frustrated James pushed his index and middle finger past your slightly parted lips, shoving his long fingers further and further until the tips of his rough, calloused digits bumped the back of your throat and had you struggling to breathe as he triggered your gag reflex.
âShut your fucking mouth,â He grumbled, catching your wrist with his hand before you were able to grab at the wrist of the hand gagging you, âFirst flirting with that little prick and now talking back to me, who the fuck do you think you are?â
Your response was garbled as you tried to speak around his fingers, but no matter what you were trying to say it was muffled even more as he pushed his fingers even further down your throat.Â
A sick smile grazed his face as you gagged violently, tears slipping from your tear ducts and rolling down your face in twin rivers, collecting in pools at the curve of your jaw.
âOh donât cry baby,â He cooed mockingly, pulling his fingers from your mouth, allowing you to take deep gulps of air as he moved his hands to cup your jaw, his thumbs wiping away your tears.
One hand trailed from your face, down your torso, pausing at your tit to take the nipple between his fingers, pinching harshly and pulling a strangled gasp from your lips as the action sent pleasure mixed with a healthy amount of pain zipping up your spine.Â
Eventually finding his way to your pussy James ran his index finger through your sopping folds, smiling cavalierly at the pool of slick he found there.
âFucking pathetic,â He muttered, staring at his finger as it teased your cunt, âYou got off on that?â He asked, lifting his visage to meet yours, âYou got off on Daddy fucking choking you with his fingers?â
After a beat of held eye contact, you realized that it wasnât a rhetorical question and that the man in front of you expected an answer.Â
âYes, Daddy.âÂ
Satisfied with your response Jamesâ gaze dropped back to your pussy where he was now lifting up your clitoral hood, exposing your sensitive bundle of nerves to his touch.
âWhat was that you said about congratulating me slut?â He asked, harshly pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger, smirking as you whimpered and brought your hand up to clasp his bicep, supporting yourself as you felt your knees weakening.Â
The pleasure he could bring you from just his fingers was enough to have you in a puddle by his feet, clawing at his ankles and begging for more.
âThink as a reward Iâd like to mark you up, show everyone how much of a desperate whore my baby is. Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â
âYes Daddy, wanna be your slut.â
âMy whore,â He corrected.
âYour whore.â
At your agreement James latched his lips onto the side of your neck, sucking vicious hues of purple and blue into the delicate skin that resided there.
âFuck,â You swore, tipping your head back so that he could have even better access to your skin.
A pathetic whine slipped from your trembling lips as James pulled away from your neck, instead attaching them to yours, delicately brushing his against your own. As you tried to lean forward, wanting to deepen the kiss you felt Jamesâ hand bury itself in your damp hair, gripping tightly at the root, using his hold to keep your head in place as he pulled back.
âNo swearing pretty girl,â He murmured as his lips brushed yours ever so lightly against yours, âPretty babies donât swear, yeah?âÂ
He peppered kisses across your lips as you nodded your agreement, tickling your skin before finally deepening the kiss as you so desperately wanted. You savored the taste of his lips as his tongue delved into your mouth, exploring the warm expanse before mingling his tongue with yours.Â
You were no match for his aggression as he dominated your tongue pulling a moan from the depths of your belly where you felt a know tightening as the slick between your legs continued to collect in a pool of your own arousal.
âGonna show you how good I can make you feel,â James promised, crouching to loop his arms underneath your thighs, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, and moving to support your bum as he backed you into the wall, using that to help support your weight.Â
âGonna show you how good I can make you feel when youâre mine.â
âPlease Daddy,â You begged, pleading eyes looking up at him as you pushed your bottom lip out in a pathetic display of your submission, âWant your cock please.â
It was funny really, how quickly you went from feisty to his submissive slut. And you didnât even have his cock yet.
Your begging spurring James on, he didnât bother restraining himself any longer and instead pushed his cock into your warm, pulsing pussy.
A cry tore its way through your throat as he didnât even bother to ease his way in, not wanting to wait another second, just wanting to be inside of you.
âShh,â He hissed, clasping a strong hand over your mouth, hanging wide open as you barely had control over yourself to keep your eyes open, much less make the conscious effort to keep your mouth closed in order to keep in the moans and whimpers that shamelessly tumbled from your agape mouth.
Jamesâ pace was relentless as he thrusted in and out of you, watching as his cock appeared then disappeared as he moved in and out of your cunt, your pussy squeezing him to an almost painful degree.
âSo fucking pretty,â He swore, palming your tits with his strong hands, leaving your nipples hard as he pinched them again, just as he did earlier, watching the look on your face as he twisted them to the point of pain.Â
You snapped your mouth shut so that you wouldnât let out a curse, not wanting to disobey Jamie.Â
âMine, all mine,â Jamie grumbled as he let go of your boobs, preferring to watch them bounce as he sped up his thrusts, the spongy tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot, pulling a strangled sigh from you as you lost more and more of yourself in pleasure.
âAll yours Daddy,â You agreed, leaning your head up against the cold tile of the shower wall as you focused on the pleasure James was bringing you with every deep thrust.Â
âThatâs right slut,â James said, remembering his earlier frustration, âIf sâall mine, all fâme then what the hell are you doing talking to that little dick?â
His hard gaze met yours and though they were swimming with lust it did nothing to dilute the seriousness they held, making it clear to you that he expected an answer.
âDidnât mean to Daddy, didnât mean to be naughty,â You explained, hoping that he would realize that you really had had no mal intent in speaking with the boy, you just hadnât wanted to be rude.
Seemingly paying your response no mind James attached his lips to your collar bone, laving his tongue over it before retracing his steps and sucking marks that matched the ones heâd previously left on your neck.Â
As he worked to paint your skin in rich hues he lifted your hips so that he could reach even further depths inside of you, sheathing himself completely inside of you before pulling back out, all while moving his fingers to your clit, where they had once previously resided.Â
The combined stimulation of him so deep inside of you and his strong fingers on your clit had the knot in your belly tightening as the stimulation on your clit sent tendrils of pleasure shooting up your back.
It was all too much, the overwhelming stimulation from his cock combined with his fingers pinching and rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves between the pads of his fingers, and the steady streams of scalding water warming your skin almost had you forgetting to ask to cum as you felt the pleasure boiling up in the depths of your tummy.Â
âD-Daddy may I-â
You were cut off by the sound of the locker room door slamming open quickly followed by the rumbling of voices.
âPotter!â One of them called out, âYou in here?â
Recognizing the voice as that belonging to none other than the very boy who had landed you in your small predicament you studied Jamesâ face, with wide piteous eyes as the sound of footsteps slapping against the tile floor approached your little enclave.
James smiled deviously at you before responding, âYeah, weâre back here.â
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Our little love part 2 - mafia/yandere au Drabble {angst + fluff}
As always please let me know what you think, I am actually going to go to bed now my brain is angry with me for not sleeping.
It seemed the cycle was never ending, you fucking up and pissing them off, them punishing you by drowning you in their love, only letting you come up to breathe so you could swim in your own guilt and submit to them.
You wince as the victim to your latest fuck up gets another blow to his chest. Taehyung and Hobi held onto his arms as Jungkook and Jimin kick and punch the poor individual. You know not to speak, itâll only make things worse. Temperament was a fickle thing in their lives, trust was everything, and you still had to build yours up again.
âY/n help please,â Kai whimpers as you stood with your arms crossed looking away.
âDonât fucking say her name,â Jungkook growled before punching your ex colleague in the face. Youâre frowning, the need to beg them to stop was fighting for exit on the top of your tongue, but you bite it down and pray Kai doesnât say another word. You know if you do as he asks theyâd kill him. Your punishment was to watch silently.
Yoongi strolls up behind you, hands in his pockets before he rests his head on your shoulder, watching the display in front of you both.
âNothing to say little love?â He whispers as your friend groans out in pain.
Please donât kill him, you want to say, but you just shake your head in defeat. You want to believe theyâre better than this, but the evidence of the contrary was never hidden from you. They showed you every side of them whether proud of it or not with bold eyes daring you to stop loving them, pushing your boundaries and morals waiting for you to snap. But the breaking point never came, you loved them, you shouldnât and you knew it, but you did. You were completely and utterly theirs, yet still they treated you like you hadnât seen the worst of them. Like you would run away the second you realised they were monsters, not that they would let you run far, only far enough to let you take a single breath before making you drown in them once again.
Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, keeping an eye on your reactions. The asshole deserved it, not that they cared either way, he tried to take you away from them, that was enough.
Kai was your old partner before you took a very early retirement, what you didnât know was that he continued the case you were working on before you left; the case of the seven men you now loved and the reason you quit said job. He had called you to meet up for old times sake and you, very naively in Yoongiâs mind, decided it was harmless. But if it was harmless why didnât you say anything to the boys? You thought Kai didnât know the reason you handed in your resignation, but he had been keeping an eye on you all before he realised you were the key to their downfall. He knew you harboured some feeling for him in the past and thought youâd reciprocate when he tried to flirt his way into getting his hands on the evidence you collected, he didnt know you burned it all. You lied to him and said you lost it, same difference anyway. This prompted plan b from him.
âY/n theyâre criminals,â he had said to you. âYouâre a cop at heart you canât love them.â
You floundered at his words when you realised he knew, and yet he still asked you to betray them.
âKai I think I need to go...â
It was a mistake, you knew it then, but he followed you out onto the street and you hoped tonight the men you loved werenât keeping an eye on you. Maybe naive was an understatement.
âAre they coercing you Y/n! Do they have something on you or are they threatening you?â He calls after you. âBecause the Y/n I know would never love killers, what have they done to you?â
It was when he reached his hand out to grab your arm that your boyfriends decided to show themselves from the shadows. Which lead to the situation now, Kai beat up and bruised beyond recognition, and you forced to watch. He falls unconscious and they let him drop to the floor, you hate this side of them, it was cruel and cold but youâd never leave. They turn to face you now, their anger still present despite the last hour of releasing it onto your old partner. They donât miss the way youâre shaking, the shallow breaths as you try and keep your tears to yourself. As much as you hate their violence, you hate their disappointment in you more.
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Youâre sitting in Joonieâs lap for what you call the debriefing of your punishment, this happened way too often in your opinion. You look down but he wasnât having it today, tilting your head to look at him by your chin.
âWhy did you get punished today little love?â He starts the same way as usual.
âI went out without telling you guys where I was going or who with,â you say while fiddling with your fingers out of nervous habit.
âAnd?â Hobi sits across from you in a chair, legs straddling the back and an elbow rested on top with his fist holding up his face. Hobi was hardest to pacify, he was ruthless and unforgiving and while that didnât extend to you, you still had a hard time with his stubborn anger.
âI met up with Kai, and I let him touch me,â youâve done this too many times before to not know how it worked. Kaiâs âtouchâ obviously meant nothing to you but for them it was the worst crime anyone could commit against their little love.
You remember the time you nearly tripped in the park and a guy steadied you politely, but you still had to hold Jungkook back from throwing hands.
âKookie would you rather I fell and hurt myself?â No he hadnât wanted that so he grumbled in agreement still seething but you cooled it down. âInstead of hitting him maybe you should thank him,â it was a joke but it made the youngest scoff.
âBaby girl why canât you just be good?â Namjoonâs sigh brings you back to the present. âWhy do you always have to test us like this?â
You didnât mean to, you want to say it but the words are stuck below the sob in your throat. You actually whimper as his tone, bottom lip wobbling pathetically. He hadnât even told you off properly, but you already felt like a mess as he bathed you in his disappointment. That was the common consequence of your actions and you hated it, you couldnât do anything right.
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âJin do you need help with the food?â You ask your eldest boyfriend politely, he was frowning and you thought it was because todayâs meal was too much for him to handle alone, his tone of voice made you realise it was because of you.
âNo, Iâm alright,â he doesnât look at you as he speaks and youâre left gaping at him like a fish. Jin loved it when you cooked with him, it was your bonding time without the others, although Yoongi would join you from time to time. The others also tried but Jin wouldnât let them anywhere near the kitchen, they hogged you enough anyway.
You feel your soul deflate, still standing there as he ignored you.
âAre you mad at me too?â
The way you said it made his heart twinge with guilt, but the others were right you wouldnât learn and your first betrayal was still fresh on their minds. He sighs and you turn away, refusing to crying in front of them for the tenth time that day. What was wrong with you? Ever since that day where they found out who you really were you felt like you werent enough anymore, you tried so hard to make up for it all but you kept messing up. You werenât like this before, but after seeing the hurt you put them through you were constantly on edge and second guessing yourself. You wish you could go back and stop them from ever finding out.
Jin hears the sniffle as you walk away and he canât go through with it.
âWait little love,â he calls for you. âI forgot to cut the onions, would you mind?â
You shake your head, you didnât mind, but you didnât trust your voice to answer for you. Youre grateful to Jin for giving you this task, it hides the fact youâre crying, but you know he doesnât miss it.
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Jimin and Taehyung were giving you narrowed stern gazes through dinner, it put you off your food which resulted in getting told off by Jin just after he branched out to you in the kitchen.
You felt alone, like the seven men you loved were against you and there was no one to blame but yourself.
âIâm sorry,â you say quietly before getting up and removing yourself from the dinner table and dining room, ignoring all of their stares. You decide maybe an early night is best, you could start again fresh tomorrow. You donât get too far up the stairs before a hand pulls you back, you turn to see Jimin with Tae a few steps behind him.
Youâre so used to seeing them laugh and play around that it feels like youâre looking at different people. Even during missions or gun fights, the youngest three were always joking their way through the bloodshed, keeping scores of who got the most headshots and other grotesque games. You remember the time Jimin and Tae called you during he middle of a shoot out, arguing with you and each other over who you loved more out of the two while you begged them to not get shot or killed.
âWhy did you go see him Y/n?â Jimin asked, he wore the demeanour he used for enemies and it takes you back to that night.
âI... h-he said he wanted to see me to catch up,â you explain but you know itâll fall on deaf ears.
âAnd you thought that was a good idea, to see your old cop buddy?â His tone makes you feel stupid, you werenât stupid.
âHe was my friend Jimin,â you say in disbelief, you know in the end it was a mistake but at the time it didnât seem like the worst idea in the world.
âYouâre ours,â Taehyung moved forward, towering over you even though heâs a step below you. His face is close to your own, eyes burning into yours as he looks disgusted at the words that left your mouth as if theyâre still attached to you. âHow do you think we felt when you went to see another detective? Do you have any idea what was going through our heads?â
âTae I love you,â you lean away from him, searching his face for a hint of softness and love in his gaze, but there was only fire. âYou know I wouldnât, you all know I wouldnât, I left that life for you why would I turn back to it?â
He stalks away from you without a word, Jimin close behind, giving you a final cold glance before leaving you alone. You thought your love could make them better but if anything you made their darkness worse.
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Jungkook needed to vent, the only way he knew how was physically. Obviously it wasnât the cleverest thing heâs done, taking rounds with the punching bag only to open up the cuts on his hand from beating the bastard earlier. He mutters a few curse words under his breath, why did you make matters worse? Maybe they were being harsh on you before today, finding any excuse to punish you a little, test your boundaries and see if you would run, but today they honestly feared that was what happened. They thought you chose to leave them and go back to the life you had before them, but theyâd never let you go, they couldnât let you go. Despite everything you loved them and they worshipped the ground you walked on. You were everything for them now, thereâs be no point to any of them without you. Why didnât you understand that?
He throws another punch to the bag, spreading his blood across them, it hurt like hell, but the thought of you running back to your old partner still played on all of their minds. He wanted to cry, he wanted to find you and beg you to never leave them, theyâd be nothing without you.
Thereâs a knock on the door and he finds you on the other side, waiting for permission to come in. You never waited for permission, it makes him frown, maybe they were too harsh on you today. He could see you shuffling your weight, insecurity screaming through your eyes, you feared his rejection more than his anger.
He notices the first aid kit in your hand, you mustâve heard him. He doesnât let the fluttering in his chest reach his face as he sits on the bench, waiting for you to come to him.
His gaze is expectant, daring you to cross the threshold and face him, you were no coward, you didnât fear them the way others did, why were you behaving so meekly now? You force yourself to move and sit beside him, setting the kit down and pushing your hair back behind your ears. He doesnât move his gaze away from you, even with the sweat and hair hanging in front of his face.
You carefully take a his hand into yours, sucking air between your teeth at how injured it was.
âIâm sorry you hurt yourself because of me,â you say, eyes on his bloodied knuckle as you press the ointment against the open wounds. âAre you sure you want me to stay, I keep hurting you...â
You try to sound like youâre joking, that youâre okay and the hurt isnât weighing you down with your doubts. He frowns, they really did take it too far. He sets down the cotton wool from your grasp, taking both of hands into his before kissing each finger delicately without letting you look away.
âYouâre perfect little love,â Jungkook says, reassuring you with no question in his voice. âWeâre the ones who donât deserve you, weâre mean and cruel but weâre never letting you go.â
You remember how loving they were before that night, maybe while they accepted the truth at face value they could never really forgive you in their hearts. Maybe thatâs why they were being like this, they didnât love you the same way anymore.
âDo you love me?â You had to know, the doubt was eating you alive.
He looks at you as if youâre insane, maybe you are, you donât know anymore.
âLittle love, donât you see how much we love you?â He asks sincerely. âWe would do anything for that love even if it made you hate us, you belong with us, and no one is going to take you away.â
You could see the crazed look in his face grow as he spoke, you believed him, the honestly worn like a heart on a sleeve. But his answer bought a wave clarity to your hazed vision, you made them like this, you made them worse, you had to leave.
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